[It's early in the 25th morning. Most people are still sleeping and the sun is only about to send its first rays to break the darkness of the night sky. But then there is a sudden knock on a door. Huh?! Who could it be! Whenever Root gets to the door, be it immediately or hours late they will find a christmas wreath with white roses placed on their doorstep. There might even be snowy (or wet!) small hoof marks leading away from the present. Hm. I wonder, who indeed did deliver this?

On the wreath there is a letter that reads:]

To miss Root,

I know that you might scoff at the Christian traditions but regardless, I hope to wish you merry Christmas. There will be a feast held at the Inn’s tavern for the next 12 days and I welcome you to enjoy it for free, of course. There will be warm food, treats and homemade mead and wine for you and your better half to indulge in. I have also decorated the church appropriately for the Christmas and it would warm my heart if you found time in your schedule to visit it.

Merry Christmas.

Signed,
Richard Plantagenet, The Duke of Gloucester

[There is also a small note added next to letter which reads: "Your first bow and arrow set are waiting for you at the forge"

ooc: There will be no ic mingle log for the feast. But feel free to either handwave or thread it out!]