The Holiday Village glimmers under a soft snowfall, its streets lined with twinkling lights and wreaths. Poinsettia Cookie stood in front of her quaint cottage, clutching her songbook tightly against her chest. Tonight is the night—she’s promised to join the other Holiday Cookies in caroling through the village, but her heart fluttered tirelessly.

"Deep breaths… Just like singing to the Sugar Foxes… No one will even notice me in the crowd…" Poinsettia Cookie whispered to herself.