The night was dark, snow was on the ground and the spirit of Yule could be felt all around. A small house in Sweden sits strong, it's wood sturdy so nothing could go wrong. Inside, decorations hang while beets and sunflower seeds, sit by a tall green tree. Then a door opens with a creek and Adolphus looks out, not making a peep, for tonight it's by the tree he'll sleep "Yule is the time of giving, right?" Adolphus said with a yawn, walking down the stairs, his hooves knocking gently against the wood. Of course he was right, Yule was a time of giving and happiness, may was he good "I just need to sleep a little while longer and she'll come over, then I just need to ask her." Adolphus says, the kid laying on the couch as he did