Note: This is my drabble for the holiday challenge on PeopleOfThedas.

"Why are you dragging a tree inside the Keep?" Anders asked me.

"It's tradition where I come from." I explained. "We put ornaments on it and lights. Then you put presents under it. Then on Festivus day we open the presents and sing songs and dance around the aluminum pole." I was going to customize earth's holiday into something completely different and teach these brand new customs to an unsuspecting world.

"What's aluminum?" Nathaniel asked.

"It's a metal. Like silverite only very light and inexpensive. Quite common on my world."

Anders smiled. "Perhaps Wade could make us a silverite pole?"

"That's a marvelous idea!" I said clapping my hands. I was going to need a while to make up more ridiculous customs. I needed to write lyrics for my Festivus songs too. I was going to have a meeting with some of the vendors around the Vigil and fill them in on the new tradition.

"We're going to need a Santa Claus too," I said. I scrutinized Anders and Nathaniel carefully.

"What is a Santa Claus?" Anders asked.

"Ah! I'm glad you asked." I chirped. "A Santa Claus is the mystical man who is said to deliver the presents on Festivus. He dresses in a red outfit... black shiny boots and red... trousers, very tight fitting trousers. That's the ticket! All the, uh, people sit on his lap and whisper in his ear what they want for Festivus. Then he gets up and he dances like this.

I put my hands behind my head and bumped and ground my hips in my best approximation of a Chippendales dancer that I could.

"And if the.. uh, people, like how he dances they beckon him over and they put a silver coin in his... pouch. Or a sovereign if they really like him." My voice trailed off, imagining the new and improved holidays I was going to invent.

Oghren laughed loudly. "That's not the holiday you described last year, Commander."

How did the dwarf have enough brain cells left to have a memory that long term? I sidled up to him and bribed him with bottle of White Lightning to keep his mouth shut.

And so the new holiday of Festivus was born on Ferelden and is still celebrated in the North even now. Young men now vie for the title of The Santa Claus, which I was responsible for handing out for many years. The Festivus songs I wrote the lyrics too are sung by children, well... the ones that aren't too filthy. The other ones are sung by their parents late on Festivus night when The Santa Claus dances. All during the season you can hear people greet each other with the traditional greeting. "Groovy Festivus, baby!"