Jul!

Snapping out of my daze, I practically ran to the kitchen to get a cookie from the cupboard. “The yule goat visits families during the month of December, demanding treats and gifts…”. This would be a good test. Thank God for my sweet tooth.

“All right. Come get your treat!” I called.

The goat’s hooves clicked on the floor as he entered the kitchen and looked up at me expectantly. I dropped the cookie, and the goat devoured it with one flick of the tongue.

“There. Now you’ve had a treat.”

“Meh.”

He wasn’t moving. He just stood there, staring me down.

“Meh.”

“No.”

“Meh.”

“No.”

“Meh!”

“No!”

“Meh.” He sounded almost…defiant?

“No.”

“MEH!” He butted me in the shin with those candy cane horns.

“Ow!” That really hurt. “Fine. One more.”

I bent to rub my shin and grabbed the last cookie from the cupboard. The goat gulped it down as soon as it was in front of his face. For good measure, I also offered him an old scrunchie as a gift and this was also quickly consumed.

Nothing happened.

You can imagine my disappointment when the goat not only stayed, but I also lost a scrunchie and was now out of cookies.