On Castle Wulfenbach the older children fill stockings for the younger. No one is left out, there will be Hell to pay if Vonn Pinn finds you made a little one cry on Christmas morning. Christmas seems to make her edgy, anyway. She’s been seen staring at the porcelain angel on the tree as if it personally offended her.
In Sturmhalten the children, many of them visiting for Christmas, sneak out of bed on Christmas Eve. They put spikes in the chimneys, tripwires around the beds, and huddle together until morning. Legend has it that Santa’s construct helper, Blank Peter, wears out every year and bad kids are taken to replace his parts.
In Mechanicsburg the children are snug in their beds, content in notions of good and bad that Santa seems to share, at least within town limits. They’ve been carolling earlier, singing songs that ring more of Solstice than Christmas. Food for the winter, blood in the snow, masters and monsters standing watch through the longest night.