To the two great women in my life, my beloved wife Carol and my loving mother Pat. They are the reason this book is published.
Ever since the birth of the savior, mankind has thought of the month of December as a holy time. For much of the world it is a sacred anniversary of a night 2,000 years ago when a star shone bright in the heavens and three wise men traveled the desert to bring gifts to a child born in a stable. Mankind has not been the only creature on God’s earth to regard December as sacred. Before December 25, Christmas Day, there is December 21, the night of the winter solstice—the longest night of the year.
While Christmas is a holiday for all good boys and girls, the winter solstice is a celebration for wicked creatures. At Christmas, people exchange gifts, sing carols, tell stories, and see what Santa has brought them. On the Winter Solstice; goblins, ghouls, and all kinds of foul creatures gather to attend the Bragrit. There they tell stories of their wicked deeds to see who has been the wickedest and the most evil of the year.