A/N: December 2nd and there's still no snow ;-; which is crazy because I'm up north in Minnesota. I'll hope for it to come, though, and I'll try and stay updated!

Animal Jam and Play Wild are being really stubborn right now and aren't letting any of us log in. Someone told me the gift was a Gingerbread Mask for today. If for some reason it isn't, let me know.

I also don't know whether or not peppermint pancakes are a thing, but if they are...yay for me then? Haha

Gallant Jellyscout shook out his fur and pulled open the drawer. Digging through the messy piles of clothes, he found his favorite tan Jamaaliday scarf and slipped it on, along with a light brown tail armor. The red gems and pale yellow stripes gleamed in the mirror.

He bounced down the stairs, the smell of pancakes wafting through the halls.

"Is it pancakes for breakfast?" he asked.

His parents, Rushing and Sparkle, nodded. "We added a little swirl of peppermint to it, too," Sparkle said, adjusting the plates near the sink. "Tell us if it's good or not!"

Gallant sat down in his seat. As he reached to take a bite, his two older and pathetic brothers, Organized and Quick, tumbled down the stairs in a screaming mess.

"I was gonna wear that!" Quick shouted.

"I got it first!" Organized shot back.

"Mom, tell Organized that he got to wear it yesterday! I should get to wear it!" Quick whined as he struggled free of his brother's grip.

Gallant sat there shuddering. Even the Jamaalidays can't stop sibling rivalry, it seems, he thought. His brothers were always fighting over the only spiked collar in the house, but he himself was afraid of sharp objects.

"It's mine! I got it first! Besides, I'm the oldest, so it should be me who wears it!" Organized yelled in fury.

"You two!" Rushing snarled. "Don't even think about arguing right now. If you can't agree on who gets to wear that spiked piece of a phantom, then I may as well trade it away for five hundred hats and beards or recycle it. Maybe I'll wear it instead."

Organized and Quick scowled. "Dad - "

"Don't Dad me," he snapped, imitating their whine. "Both of you, hand over the collar. Now."

Quick's scowl deepened. He reluctantly shoved the collar over to his father and stormed up to his room. Organized bolted out the door and Gallant could hear the small crunch of snow under his paws, slowly getting quieter and quieter until they could no longer be heard.

As he picked up the black "long" spiked collar, Rushing exhaled and dragged himself into a small room. He reappeared seconds later, closing the door behind him.

"I swear," Sparkle said after a few minutes of silence, "if I got a gem for every time those two break out arguing, I'd be richer than Explorer and Countess Daringartist in only a week."

Gallant shrugged. "Could be worse," he said in a small voice, trying to stay positive. "Such as no snow in December. Can I eat my pancakes now?"

Sparkle smiled and nodded. "Of course, dear."

Gallant picked up his fork with his left paw and dug it in the stack of pancakes, breaking off an edge. He shoved the fork into his mouth and the enticing taste of pancakes exploded throughout him. Seconds later, his mouth started to tingle, and he realized the peppermint must've taken action. He forgot about all the problems in life for a moment.

Just like snow, he thought. Covers up all the problematic leaves you just couldn't rake up.

He dug his fork into the pancakes again.

The sound of Jamaaliday Jingle and the slight wind enveloped Jamaa Township as Empress Icyfire went up to the crowded section of Jamaaliday gifts and squeezed herself in between. There's Icy, now...Icyfire! There it was! She grabbed the boxes that were labeled Legit, Empress, Ocean, and Tranquil, and bounded off towards her family.

She skidded to a stop in front of Legit and her twins. "I got the gifts for us," she said, handing them out. "I wonder what it is."

"After the hedge yesterday, I bet it's something we've had previous years," Ocean said, opening her box.

"I think so too," Legit agreed.

Empress pulled the top off her box and tugged the item out. It felt rough and crumbly.

"Hey, this is cool! I remember these!" Ocean cried with joy. She was holding her gingerbread mask in her paws and was turning it over on all sides.

Tranquil held hers up and beamed. The magenta matched perfectly with her leaf pattern.

"That color suits you well," Empress said to her daughter.

Tranquil smiled. "Thanks, Mom," she replied. "I remember when these didn't have a name before. That was creepy."

Legit scooted closer. "Shall we return to our den and finish decorating for the Jamaalidays?"

Everyone beamed. "Of course!"

Medieval.

Huh?

Medieval Cleverivy.

Medieval Cleverivy. Who was that? He expected a response from someone but heard nothing else. He couldn't feel anything. Anything at all.

Wake up, Medieval!

He suddenly jolted awake with a gasp. As he tried to catch his breath, he swiveled his head from side to side rapidly, trying to comprehend what was happening. The room was white with a green pattern, there were diagrams all over the walls, and as he looked down, he realized he was on a white hospital-like bed.

But why was he here?

Medieval had no time to think deeper until he felt someone's paw on his tail.

He jerked his head to the right and saw the faces of Swaggy Rainymoon, Wild Perfectjammer, and Mythical Fireypear.

"Medieval! Are you okay? We've been trying to wake you up for the last hour or so!" Swaggy said in panic. "Does anything hurt?"

"Uh…" Medieval glanced down at his paws and body. He scratched his ear. "Is anything supposed to hurt?"

"You hit your head extremely hard falling off that huge pile of gifts," Wild explained. "You were unconscious when Swaggy and I went over."

Mythical sighed in relief. "It's a miracle you're not hurt. We didn't want to worry Forest and your kids, so we didn't contact them yet."

"Wait…" Medieval wasn't worried about his family right now. "What huge pile of gifts?"

All three looked confused. "I mean, I don't know what it's called for sure. You know that big pile of decorative presents right next to where we get our Jamaaliday gifts? That one," Wild said, clearly bewildered.

Pushing his mind to think, Medieval brought up a picture of it. "Oh. But when did I fall off? I've never climbed that before. I don't even remember when I fell asleep."

Mythical turned to Swaggy and Wild. "You sure he fell off that?" he asked them.

"I clearly remember I had asked him to get the string of lights that had somehow blown off the candy cane post," Swaggy said, confused. "It was on top of the gift pile. Then after he grabbed them, he suddenly came tumbling down." He then turned to Medieval. "Don't you remember anything, Medieval?"

Medieval thought and thought, but the last thing he could remember doing was opening his Jamaaliday gift and getting the gingerbread mask. Then, he was here.

"All I remember was getting my gingerbread mask," he said, "and then I suddenly woke up here. I mean, something feels missing, like some part of my body is empty, but otherwise, I feel fine."

"Oh, about that…" Wild said suddenly, turning away and grabbing something, "your furry hat fell off. Here it is."

Medieval put his blue furry hat back on. Before he could say anything in return, however, Mythical butted in.

"Well, if you're uninjured, and there's no sign of anything at all…" Mythical paused. "You can go, I guess. But if anything feels strange, then find me right away."

Medieval nodded. "Thanks, guys," hesaid, and hopped out of the building.

Lucky Rainymoon was lonely. Although she giggled to herself whenever she played in the snow or played a board game all by herself, she always felt like she never had any friends to play with or any siblings to have fun with. She liked being an only child, that's for sure - she couldn't stand the thought of an annoying brother or sister - but she sometimes wished she had a sibling to be with.

As she started rolling a snowball in the snow, pushing it around with her long ears, she saw a fox skid to a stop next to her.

"Hey, Lucky, what are you doing?" Rosy asked.

Lucky smiled. "Making a snowman, I guess," she said. "Wanna help me?"

Rosy shrugged. "Why not? My parents won't mind."

The two began to roll the snowball bigger and bigger until they could roll it no more. Then they began another one, a little smaller, and hoisted it on top of the first one they'd made. Rosy found two sticks for arms, Lucky found an old scarf and hat, and they both worked to find flat items for the eyes and mouth.

At last, they stood back and admired their work.

"I think we did good," Rosy said happily. "But something's missing."

Lucky tilted her head at their snowman. "You're right," she agreed, "something is missing. But what?" She couldn't quite put a finger on what it was.

After a few seconds, Rosy piped up. "I've got it! He's missing a nose! But we don't have a carrot nearby, do we?"

"The carrot patch is covered with snow...and anyway, this is no condition for carrots to be growing," Lucky said sadly.

"Hmm...maybe we can use something other than a carrot," Rosy suggested. "Maybe something more Jamaaliday-like."

"Jamaaliday-like…!" Lucky dug into her coat pocket. "I have a candy cane we can use!" She took it out of the wrapper, went up to the snowman, and jumping as high as she could, stuck it in the middle of the snowman's face.

"Perfect!" exclaimed Rosy.

The two friends backed up again and sighed, just as light snowflakes began to drift down from the clouds. A cold breeze swept through Lucky and she shivered slightly, but she felt warm. Warm because Rosy was around. Warm because she wasn't always alone.

Warm because she had a friend.