The Inkworld didn't celebrate Christmas, but Maggie told her daughter stories about it anyway.
Then, come midwinter -
"Mama, mama, come and see!"
Meggie let herself be pulled outside to where Doria smiled shyly by a lit up tree with little silk packages underneath.
Meggie unwrapped her's like they were treasures and read the books aloud carefully, each word a jewel her family caught and cherished.