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Merry Saturnalia!
And on those Three Special days, Jack, they celebrated and reveled in all the immoral promises of Chronos, Father of Time, you understand. All hail the birth of the Sun! Worship the King of the Gods, Father of Lords, Master of Demons, Overlord of Man!
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No ethics and morals and generosity on these Three Days!
Oh, Ye sweet tree of serpentine; Ye who remaineth green and alive all year; Plant are Ye, favorite amongst the Gods!
SANTA?
SATAN
THE
DRAGON
WITH
CLAWS!
Oh no! All ye tiny things of the material hell, lest ye do not desire to be eaten, give unto the Terrible Saturnus gifts! Fill up thine shoes with offerings: for forget not, kids, that thou were made as slaves and labors must be proven! For ye of good servitude and worship and belief, material gifts and lusts! But ye rebellions, for thou black stones awaiteth thee, as a reminder that I be the Black Stone who mayest eat thee right up!
Loki! Ye Fatty Old Boy, happy birthday, Sir!
Let us feast upon the table garnished with Mistletoe: it's always been Your chosen Plant, aye!?
Let the Gods make for Thee cakes from the harvested Wheat of the year; let the Lords bring forth the fattest, hardiest pig: the Animal of no other reaping King of Us Himself!
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