Holiday dragons are a very mysterious breed. They are only seen during winter, and even then it is hard to catch a glimpse of one. They are responsible for the general cheer that spreads during the holidays. In essence, they are the “Spirits of Winter.”

Dragons are highly-intelligent reptilian creatures that—from a human perspective, at least—appear to live forever. Many different varieties of dragon exist, each with their own unique qualities, habitats, and behavior. Adolescence in dragons is usually marked by the growth of a hatchling’s wings, although not all breeds of dragons grow wings and some breeds have other traits that indicate the beginning of maturation. In Galsreim, dragons and humans coexist peacefully.

The heavy, mouthwatering scent of turkey drifts through the autumn air, and all dragons in the clan gather to participate in the annual giving-thanks celebration. Food is abundant, the hatchlings playful, and the adults occupied by watching or competing in feats of strength and skill.

Then they hear it. A voice echoes over the trees: loud, obnoxious, and annoyingly catchy. Julen has arrived, and she brings with her an endless supply of redundant Christmas carols, with hits like "Deck Our Cave With Lots of Hollies", and "Rocking Around the Leetle Tree". The dragons, though normally quite cheery towards all things Christmas, can't help but mutter "It's only thanks-giving!", or "One holiday at a time!".

Julen ignores them, of course, and continues to flood the air with her incessant carols that become stuck in every dragon's head for the entire day. Besides, she reasons, every day is a day closer to next Christmas—even if next Christmas happens to be an entire month away.