It was nearing the Christmas holiday for all over the world. December 17th. Snow littered the grounds that once blossomed with plants and flowers and herbs all over Horseshoe Overlook, icicles growing at the edge of the cliff just outside the front of Camp. It was getting more chilly, so the cabins went up for a bit. Soon enough, a big enough house was built to shelter everyone with warmth and space.

Everyone decorated something. Lenny was decorating the tree, with Arthur, Karen and Kieran. Sean was too busy leaning far too heavily on Javier, who was just trying to stay warm as he played his guitar, offering a comforting, Winter tune for the holiday. Even if he did get a Sean MacGuire nipping at his nose (with his bottle), rather than Jack Frost. Tilly, Abigail, Jack and Mary-Beth were in the kitchen with Bill and Pearson, making cookies and festive delights for the stomachs of the gang. John and Hosea, with Sadie, walked outside, hanging up Christmas lights that they put on with dim lighting as to not attract any unwanted attention to the gang's little hideout.

The rest, as in; Dutch, Micah, Charles, Uncle, Miss Grimshaw, Swanson, Molly, Strauss and even Trelawny decided to come around - They were doing their own things. Dutch, Herr Strauss and Trelawny chatting away somewhere in the house, nursing glasses of wine, no doubt. Micah would, without reason, be rather harassing the women or being a jackass to everyone, trying to ruin the holiday. Which is typical, for him. Even Miss Grimshaw was in a festive mood, hiding Mistletoes above little archways leading into different parts of the house.

Molly helped assist her, as they both conversed as if they held the secrets of the world just in the back of their minds. You had went hunting, managing to catch a pretty good haul as you came back to camp, trudging through the few feet of snow that had landed without melting. Molly and Miss Grimshaw quickly hurried away from the door after hearing a small, familiar grunt from the other side of it, glancing back at the mistletoe that hung out of sight just above the door.

A few others glanced at them, raising curious brows at their hasty escape, but their attention gets drawn back to the door as it opens, pushing forwards to let the familiar face in without trouble