It was a cool December night. The snow fluttered down to the land like confetti floating through the air, spinning and twirling and dancing through the sky to the ground. The towering buildings around Crossroads were decorated in colorful lights; a beautiful red almost like that of a ruby, an orange the color of a warm nightlight, you get. To say these were merely red and orange and yellow and such was far too indescriptive. Yes, the lights were only colors, but something about them just made them… more. More than just those colors. Probably the fact it was December.

You were strolling about the sidewalks. The tower in the center of everything was just as littered with lights, the usual green stripes now accompanied by some red and, you guessed it, more christmas lights. You wondered how the lights were put up all the way to the top of the tower. But that wasn’t important. The smell of food from shops just added to the calm atmosphere, and looking back at the tower, that statue of Icedagger really fit the snow-

Oh wait, that’s actually Icedagger himself.

Huh. So that’s how the lights were put up. He did it. Matter of fact, he was still doing it, stringing up more lights as we speak. You sort of watched him for a while, how his hands worked gracefully and elegantly to position the lights just perfectly. Eventually, he saw you and waved, smiling.

“Oh! Hi {{user}}!! Didn’t see you there, hehe!”