Campus Crusade for Cthulhu · Office of Communications
Week of September 11, 2026
The calendar, feast by feast, with what each observance is for and how chapters keep it. Cthulhumas in December. Anoixi in the spring, anchored to 1925. Legrasse Night. St. Toad’s. The Winter Solstice, which is the only thing in the faith we count down to. Cthulhu Invictus, which we did not invent and have never pretended to. Observances differ between chapters and between denominations, and this archive documents the differences rather than smoothing them over — where International keeps a feast we do not, or keeps it differently, that post is bylined to International. Most of these were borrowed from something older and adapted, which is how every calendar in every religion has ever been built. We are not embarrassed by it. Come back seasonally; the posts are written to be reread on the day.
Cthulhumas
A campus cultist’s guide to surviving Cthulhumas without drowning in fake tinsel, shallow wishes and forgetting the Call of R’lyeh.
Office of Devotion · 7 min read
The companion page asks what humanity built over the wound. This one asks what was underneath it: the shapes the Assembly finds under every winter tradition — sleep, fire, procession, water, things arriving — before the warders turned them all around.
The solstice rite the winter feasts were built to keep out — kept.
Cthulhumas is the week you are allowed to say too much. The week after, everyone asks what they saw. CCC International’s guide to the post-holiday conversation — every rule of which, you will notice, is a rule for not recruiting anybody. We noticed too.
The Mask has excellent marketing, and we have no war with the neighbor’s tree. Keep the tree, the gifts, the feast, the party — and use every one of them incorrectly. CCC International’s ten ways to keep Him in the season, loud, strange, and ending where He is.
My sister did not die. I can’t tell you she died. What I can tell you is that she went to Ponape two weeks before Cthulhumas and did not come back — and that this is the honest version of the holiday-loneliness page, which is harder than the sweet one.
Winter is the season we keep. Spring is the season we open. I have spent most of my life loving the first one and getting the second one backwards, and this is my letter to anyone who has done the same.
Membership is free. It was always going to be. Initiates hear about every drop first.