There had been a feeling growing among the festivals, a revolt of sorts; although there was no elected leader to overthrow. For the most part of the year their calendar ran smoothly, peaks and trough, ups and downs, but a certain predictability was always present. Then December rolled around and Christmas began the parade of the insane. The grotesque with the mostess. They hated that guy, he minced around, all red and gold, balls and bravado.
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