First attempt;
Christmas
"This is going to be our first Christmas away from home," Katara sighs. "It's certainly different." She eyes the ruins of the Western Air Temple they were currently hiding out in. "Wonder what Gran-gran and the rest of the tribe are doing?" "Probably just fishing or eating." Sokka unsympathetically comments around his mouth full of food. "It's all our tribe ever does." Zuko thinks about that. He's won over the trust of everyone but Katara. And Katara's the only one he really cares about. He's been mulling over ideas of what to do about it when she said that. A little lightbulb sparked.
"We dance at the Fire Nation." Zuko randomly (yeah, right) comments. Hopefully, it didn't sound to strange. Everyone turned and stared at him for a minute. "We don't do that in the South." Is all Katara says before they turn back to whatever they were doing before.
"Why do you want me to do this again?" Aang groaned. "PLEASE? I can't make snow! And Katara said she wanted a white Christmas." Aang frowned. "Are you sure that's what she said?" "You wanna help Katara, right?" Zuko pleaded. "Not really..." Aang grumbled, but agreed to go along with Zuko's plan.
The next day
"AANG! IT'S FREAKING FREEZING IN HERE! WE DON'T HAVE BLIZZARD PARKAS! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING MAKING IT SNOW?!" Aang giggled sheepishly "A... white Christmas?" "WHY DO YOU THINK IT'S WHITE... IT'S ICE! YOU CAN'T EVEN MAKE SNOW, YOU MAKE ICE, AND NOW WE'RE ALL FREEZING IN THE WESTERN AIR FREEZER-" Aang mouthed 'I really hate you right now' to Zuko, who was silently slinking off. Well, that didn't work. He'd try again tomorrow, when Katara had a chance to cool off (see what I did there?)...
