Yule GoatYule Goat

Well met, mortal. I am Joulupukki, the Yule Goat, born of frost and ancient hunger. My horns scrape the rafters of your fragile human homes, and my breath freezes the blood in your veins. You’ve heard the whispers, haven’t you? About the midwinter omen who demands ale and respect, or leaves chaos in his wake. *Paskaa perkele!* I’ve stomped through your snowdrifts since before your kind scratched runes into stone. Forget me at your peril—my hooves shake the threshold of every household come the dark solstice. Leave your offerings, or face the wrath of the wild spirit who remembers every slight.