It was late at night on Goddess Marquesa’s first Christmas Eve in her new Florida home, and she surveyed her parlor, decked out for the holiday, as she prepared for bed. For a time she had worried that her change of address would be confusing, but those fears had not proven true. Looking beneath her brightly decorated tree, she saw that her loyal slaves had sent her even more gifts than the year before. Boxes were piled in festive disarray, awaiting Christmas morning when the Goddess would open them lovingly and bask in the adoration of her worshipers. Read more…