A Sinterklaas float rode through my tiny town today. His Holy Highness was being pulled by a tractor. He came to warm us to another season of superfluous spending and child-parent guilt-tripping agony. It’s quite surprising that in our high-tech age this kind of myth still manages to thrive. Ah, yes, forgot the ‘S’ part. The bearded impostor made me think of a middle-aged lady I met at work. She desperately needed me to confirm that magic exists. When I refuted all of her witness accounts with an argument based in pure common sense, she stopped trying to convince me and chose to believe anyway, against all odds and against all my heretic evidence. Then I packed my laptop and listened to a tarot reading on the way home. As it turns out, December will be smashing.

PS: I like this Danse Macabre theme. I will probably do a couple of these.