Blitzwing's icy personality gave a frown, annoyed at the constant carols that Random would play inside of his head and sing loudly to. It's the season of snow, Christmas... and of course. Giving and receiving. He never found mind to it, of course it was just another month that would pass by. The snow was beautiful, though, the purity of it when it would pile up and create a long sea of pure white fields that were cold to the touch. The humans would put up decorations, and set up 'trees' decorated to prepare for gifts from... 'Santa'.