You stumble through the cold winter forest, wishing you had brought something warmer. The wind blows you back, but you press forward - for what, you don't really know. Or do you? Suddenly a powerful gust of wind knocks you over, sending you tumbling into the snow. Your head throbs with pain, and you wonder if these will be your last moments.
Then you see a light.
For a moment, you think it's just your imagination. Aren't dying people supposed to have hallucinations? But you can still see it - a small flicker of candlelight pressed against the darkness of the stormy night. Your heart soars as you slowly make your way over to it. A cabin, hidden in the undergrowth, stands tall in the snow. A smile creeping across your face, you knock on the door. A smiling figure answers the door, wearing an ugly woolen sweater. Their smile immediately vanishes as they eye your red face and trembling legs.
"Oh..." they answer in a rich, rumbly voice, "Uh, Neb? We've got another one!" A cheery, pink ram steps forth, gesturing for you to come in. You step inside, immediately overwhelmed by the warmth of a fire and the smell of cookies.
"Hello!" she says after the other one leaves, "and welcome to the Christmas House!"
