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Every Terran midwinter a powerful spirit sweeps through humanity causing mass hysteria and possession.

Not belonging to any specific god this spirit encourages expressions of love; the exchanging of gifts, feasting and idling games with those around you.

Beware! It isn't all sugarplums!

The lust for material affections, the gluttony of binging and the hubris hunger for victory in silly games will tear at your soul.

The time spent idling, the hangovers and stuffed immobility of overeating will tear at your soul.

The hope of writing cast lists of gifts you desire, and hope of decyphering the desired gifts for others, only to lead to disappointment will tear at your soul.

The barging through busy crowds, fighting to get the last of the 'must have' gifts and insensed arguments during pantry games will tear at your soul.

If you see a jolly, obese creature with beard and hat obscuring its face, all dressed in crimson, forcing entry to any property please report to the local arbites or your regimental commissar and they will escalate your incident to the Inquisition Malleus redacted.