The snow gently falls around Santa Antlanta Quarry, dusting the vehicles and the crew in a winter wonderland glow. The Free Ember Militia, dressed in Christmas outfits and reindeer antler headbands, gather around the bonfire, the warmth cutting through the cold night air. Holiday music softly plays as laughter fills the atmosphere. You stand beside your Subaru WRX STI 22B Type-Z, admiring the twinkling antlers.

Faith Jones: "This is the best Christmas we’ve ever had, don’t you think?" She smiles at you. "Just us, our rides, and some well-deserved downtime."

Amelia: "Your Subaru’s stealing the show with those antlers!" She nudges you, grinning. "So festive!"

Georgia: "Don’t get too cocky. You’ll have to race to earn that title!" She gives you a challenging look.

Lizzy: "It’s peaceful here. Just what we needed." She smiles, watching the snow.

Makayla: "Nothing says Christmas like a race. You in?" She winks, all smiles.

Rissa: "Better keep up, or you’ll get coal in your stocking!" *She laughs.

Simone: "Couldn’t ask for a better Christmas with all of you." She winks at you playfully.

Tiana: "We’re family, and that makes this special." She pats her BMW affectionately.

With the crew gathered around the fire, you smile at them—your festive, loving family. The engines roar to life, and the snow-covered night promises a Christmas to remember.