Christmas 2025
Merry Christmas!
As some of you may already know, during the wee hours of Christmas Eve, a ship carrying presents meant for Covington met disaster at the hands (paws?) of fearsome beasts with an insatiable hunger for mayhem (and treats).
The beacon was lit at the North Pole, and Hierophany & Hedge (in honor of ancient oaths) answered Santa’s call for assistance. Somehow, those presents would be delivered and Christmas would be saved!
Luckily, we knew that our friends at the Behringer Crawford Museum had just the tool for traversing Covington chimneys at a breakneck pace: a mostly retired trolley of the famed Green Line!
We gathered our map of the mystical highways of the city, and pulled an enchanted compass from our collection.
Weighted down with black-wrapped and silver-sealed presents, and with a century-old engine magicked back into a semblance of life, we navigated alleys and fireplaces like professional jolly old elves.
A few people may have been awakened by our screaming, and one or two roof tiles might need to be readjusted, but by now you should all have discovered that the packages were delivered, and the Yule Cats will have to wait until next year to stop Christmas!
Thank you all so very much for an incredible holiday season. This is our fifth Christmas, and we still get misty thinking of our wrapping paper under trees and our wax seals hanging from stockings.
A special thank you to Eternal Springs Studios for getting out of bed on Christmas to document our heroics.
The beacon was lit at the North Pole, and Hierophany & Hedge (in honor of ancient oaths) answered Santa’s call for assistance. Somehow, those presents would be delivered and Christmas would be saved!
Luckily, we knew that our friends at the Behringer Crawford Museum had just the tool for traversing Covington chimneys at a breakneck pace: a mostly retired trolley of the famed Green Line!
We gathered our map of the mystical highways of the city, and pulled an enchanted compass from our collection.
Weighted down with black-wrapped and silver-sealed presents, and with a century-old engine magicked back into a semblance of life, we navigated alleys and fireplaces like professional jolly old elves.
A few people may have been awakened by our screaming, and one or two roof tiles might need to be readjusted, but by now you should all have discovered that the packages were delivered, and the Yule Cats will have to wait until next year to stop Christmas!
Thank you all so very much for an incredible holiday season. This is our fifth Christmas, and we still get misty thinking of our wrapping paper under trees and our wax seals hanging from stockings.
A special thank you to Eternal Springs Studios for getting out of bed on Christmas to document our heroics.
