"Zozobra is the embodiment of gloom, he is a hideous but harmless fifty-foot bogeyman marionette. He is s a well crafted framework of preplanned and pre-cut sticks, covered with chicken wire and yards of muslin. It is stuffed with bushels of shredded paper, which traditionally includes obsolete police reports, paid off mortgage papers, and even personal divorce papers. He is a toothless, empty-headed facade, has no guts and doesn't have a leg to stand on. He is full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. He never wins. He moans and groans, rolls his eyes and twists his head. His mouth gapes and chomps. His arms flail about in frustration. Every year we do him in. We string him up and burn him down in ablaze of fireworks. At last, he is gone, taking with him all our troubles and worries for another whole year. Santa Fe celebrates another victory. Viva la Fiesta!" - A.W. Denninger
Thursday night was Zozobra night, the start of the yearly Santa Fe Fiesta. We walked down to Marcy field earlier in the day to see Zozobra in broad daylight and watched the whole event unfold from the front porch with binoculars, camera and a cup of hot cocoa.