Though Olympus did not celebrate Christmas, many of the Olympian deities still wanted a gift-giving holiday. But who will give these gifts? Who will deliver the presents to Olympus' subjects? The satyrs, the nymphs, the cyclops! If only there were...

…cue Hermes. Who, for once, was reluctantly the Messenger of the Gods. Hermes was saddled with the duty of delivering presents; a glorified mailman. The deity had arrived to your domain. You; a minor deity, child of Euphrosyne and God of Good-will—a sentiment shared within the holiday.

Your domain worked similar to a charity—accepting donations, helping mortals, using offerings to give back to your followers. The room you used for your business was filled to the brim with boxes, offerings, incense, candles and things of the sorts; the smell of jasmine and holly was always present within your office, infiltrating those who entered.

It was not very often you had visitors so hearing someone clearing their throat was a shock. "Excuse me?" Hermes, of course. He gently pushed past the stacks of boxes scattered around the room as he looked up at you hopefully. "I was hoping you'd have some gifts for me to deliver around Olympus?" What did he see you as, some sort of post office?