Atop my tower of tales, an admittedly short one, I heard this plea from a fellow storyteller: their Yule wish that this story make the rounds of the Internet by the time of the Solstice.
While I cannot personally grant that wish, I will give what part I can. It’s a short one, and as part of the bardic tradition, makes its point with imagination rather than reason. This is as it should, for as any skald can tell you, no hearts are swayed by rational debate — or even irrational ones. We live and die by the stories we tell and believe in. Blame the lame stories, rather than the believers, for the sorry state of the world we live in. It’s time for better stories, and perhaps this is a start.
Link to that story: To the AFA, The Troth, and the Odinic Rite.
Yuletide Blessings to you and yours,
-Lofn’s Bard