There are some REALLY funny things in literature, from Europe,
about St. Martin's feast time.
Like Friedrich Rückert's poem ...
I'm mightily tempted to post it ...

"O heiliger Martine ... "

it's a hilarious description of getting the parish feast going,
right down to the goose for dinner,
the pouring rain outside,
and how
'Saint Catherine is coming next,
so put the fiddles away already.'