I do feel I owe you guys another thing. I have the perfect idea for this one and know how to write it. Iskall is genderfluid thanks to (I'll probably alternate between she/he for whether or not they(?) feel feminine or masculine. I'm sorry if that's wrong, I use they/them for too many other things so it confuses the life out of me.) I have some amazing people who I want to thank here in particular and then some more vague ones. For starters, thank you to (go check out their stuff!) for being a nice person, keeping me motivated, putting up with me in PMs, and not only reading my stuff voting on said stuff so much. (I honestly don't understand it at all.) Second, (go check out her stuff too!) for being an amazing person and also a reader and voter of all my trashy writing. (Seriously, how do you guys even?) Thirdly, (check out their stuff as well!) for reading and voting on my stuff and in general being cool. Fourthly(?), anyone else who voted and got buried under some notifications or whose name I can't remember. And last but most certainly not least, you! You have more than likely also put up with me not updating due to blocks and crap, or maybe you just found me, whichever it is, I thank you, a reader, for reading my book! I would've taken this down and probably never pursued any writing ideas I had if it weren't for the reassurance that there was someone who cared enough to take a peek who wasn't from my family. So thank YOU! This got long, sorry, let's get this show on the road!

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The Hermits had decided to get together to go for a carol just for the fun of it. Everyone gathered in the Shopping District and grouped together. Iskall in that elf dress and cat head from the Walmart trip because she's Iskall took a few steps forward. The girls followed. Then Grian and Mumbo. Then the ZIT trio. Then the rest (including cam accounts, NPCG, Robot Grian, and Little Evil Potatoe because what the heck?) The girls (including Iskall, for myself) started singing Deck the Halls way off-key. One by one, the others joined in and soon, they were a big group of laughing people singing a very off-key carol through their giggles. It didn't help that Iskall was doing a silly dance to the song. They finished in front of Tek to the Skies, out of breath and laughing even though their sides hurt still. Everyone bid each other goodbye and headed back to their bases, cam accounts, NPCG, and Robot Grian going to hang at Evil Xisuma's cave with fire and powdered hot cocoa.

After Grian was back in his futuristic cake, the wind started picking up and snow started falling. He hoped everyone had got back okay, wind and elytra didn't mix all too well. He guessed that meant he might be stuck here, so he pulled out his unwrapped presents for the other Hermits that needed to be wrapped, some wrapping paper, and the almighty God, tape. Drafts of cold air drifted down from the several entrances and hole to the top for easy flight access. Usually, when he was hanging out in his base he was cuddled under a pile of blankets in his bed. Today he was not snuggled in under several blankets and it was stupid cold outside and starting to snow. So he pulled his several blankets off his bed and put up a nice cozy fort to wrap presents in.

But his battle with the cold wasn't over yet. It was already snowing through the hole in his ceiling to outside, but now it was also snowing in his entrances. Reluctantly, he left his fort to wall off where it was snowing in, a cold Mumbo and Iskall flew in as he was about to block it up with some cobblestone. "Hello, Grian. It was too cold in my base and Mumbo's wasn't great for a snowstorm, so we're here now." Iskall announced. Grian rolled his eyes and shook his head with a smile, blocking up the rest of the holes. "One rule: neither of you can go in that blanket fort yet." Grian still had unwrapped gifts in there, can't have Hermits discovering gifts, now can we? He ducked into the fort and covered the presents up. "Okay, it's safe now and it's warm in here." He called from the inside of his comfortable fort, no way he was leaving again. The other two men crawled into the fort and squished next to Grian, Mumbo wrapping a blanket around the three and Iskall went on a rant about fleece leggings.

Snowstorms were great, especially with bros to spend them with.

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Don't feel like this is a worthy thanks, but hey, I'm dead so...