Woo! Another year, another Howliday.

This year, the new tradition was eating at a diner. We’d managed to do it three years in a row, so we figured it was time to lock it in.

The less you are at your own home, cooking your own dinners, the less likely the banshees can find you!

As is rapidly becoming a new Howliday tradition, I’m posting my Howliday entry super late.

Nothing of super note, just that we decided cookies were the new tradition, based on Meg’s excellent batch.

Clearly, people of old would leave offerings of fresh cookies to supplicate the banshees.  Much as modern children leave the same for Santa, in hopes of having him reconsider that bag of coal.