I can feel it, a change in the air, the water runs colder... It's October. But it feels like it's about to be Christmas. I can't help but notice the sensation, warmth yet fridged, the desire for a cup of cider by a warm fire... Even stores have started putting up winter light displays... Do not tell me the old magic has lost it's affect on you young ones, close your eyes, breath deep of Christmas Magic...
It's meant to represent a failed attempt to resist evil; I needed some kind of sigil to ward off malign wholesomeness, and it occurred to me I could use this - on the side of evil.