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Edel declined the hot chocolate and marshmallows that were being passed around, a little disheartened that she couldn't partake in the foreign cuisine. Nevertheless, she was determined to enjoy the class that involved more decorating, waiting excitedly for the instructions from the Professor.

Whatever kind reminder he had given for the students not to rush was clearly ignored, as he signalled for them to collect a gift from under the tree. The frost demon did eventually collect one of the few small gifts left under the tree, but not before getting bowled over by the over enthusiastic crowd of her classmates rushing to get the bigger ones. Sighing dolefully at her loot, the ghoul returned to her seat and waited.

The bruised, and quite possibly concussed, reaper sort of waddled on over to Brenley. As one of the few faces she recognized in the group, she figured she could use an anchor of sorts. Snagging another handful of cookies, she offered them to her fellow reaper, much in the same way as she had during the field trip in Rengath's class.

She oddly wondered if she would constantly be approaching him bearing food. Then decided it wasn't really so bad, all things considered. She did also nudge the box he retrieved as if comparing it with her own.

That was a very festive room he entered, Mellow felt the nature was calling him after seeing the lovely green tree. This class was taught by - another reindeer. The fake reindeer loved the sweet good scent lingering around this place, he didn't reject the offer of hot chocolate drink and marshmallows. Free goods were good. He put his two hands around the cup and blew it slowly to make it cooler. It was so warm that it made the pony relaxed and feeling cozy.

With high speed, Mellow could be one of the few who grabbed his present and got back to his seat. It was small but it was too cozy in this room.


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AJ attended this class too, he scanned through the available classes and found this one which didn't overlap with the baking classes he wished to go. The more classes the better, right? He would be to learn more about another place which was quite opposite to their Halloween Town, as long as there wasn't any high pitch elves around.

Presents? Head loves presents!

The next second, Head dived into the swarm without considering AJ. The boil wasn't quick to respond to that and was hit on his stomach. He was glad that he didn't eat much for breakfast.

Finally.

She let out a sigh of happiness and clutched onto a cup of cocoa. Sure there was ornaments and some strange horned professor that smelled rather jolly. He looked different than she had imagined a reign-deer to be but shrugged at it after she had entered. The tree had been what had sparked her interest and a loud clanging sound that made her ears twitch also made her come near. But now it was this, this wonderful thing that she downed quickly, wincing at the heat of it but letting out a happy sigh as she grabbed cookies.

As he continued to speak she poured them into her mouth and chewed them. "Imma hupin wii canz haf forfs?" (translation: I hope we can have fourths?) She said, swallowing them and taking another bit, popping them into her mouth one by one. It was at this point her ears twitched and she began to listen, albeit it only slightly. SnowStyle. She blinked at the word and wiped some crumbs off her face before chewing the head off of a gingerbread man, quickly followed by his body so it wasn't lonely.

"Huh." She imagined wearing snow and wondered why any creature would put themselves through that and shrugged again. Parties were fine by her especially if they kept her fed and even if not she would find someone to talk to since she still was a new student and wanted to make some new friends. Glancing at the tree she bounced over. "Gift?!" She looked at the boxes underneath and was taken aback by their vibrant hues. "That one!" She said, ducking under some larger students and reaching for it, turning a corner and sliding back underneath, sitting in enough time to grab hold of some cookies from a nearby plate with no guardian.

"Mmmm." She looked at the package which was small and glittered in the light with a large red bow placed on it. Underneath it appeared to be wrapped in penguins sledding and she looked at them in wonder. Kicking her feet in her chair she happily continued to eat and watched the others enter the fray, some getting hit quite hard. If this is how it works it looks exciting!.

This "Land of Joy" was about as strange to the horseman as Halloween had been when he first arrived. And to be honest, he really wanted nothing more than to be taking a nap inside his cozy warm tent about now. That is, if the sudden snowfall hadn't toppled several feet of joy and ice onto his sleeping quarters. 'Cozy and warm' was suddenly an impossibility, and he had been shivering all the way up to Amityville, only to find the building itself bewitched.

He had ducked into the nearest room with a fire, which so happened to be this one, and silently taken a seat in one corner. As his bones began to warm, Kiwi couldn't help but turn his attention to the festivities. He had overheard Death mention something ... something about Joy, wasn't it?? ... Perhaps there was something he could learn himself while he was here.

The cocoa and cookies he eyed warily. They looked too cheerful, like something the humans would eat. One bite though, proved the cookie was actually quite tasty, pungent and yet sweet, and the cocoa warmed him to his core quite nicely after being in the freezing winter air.

Then came the matter of the presents. Though the tree gave no signs of life, Kiwi navigated to it cautiously, waiting til several of the other students had left before picking up a large present and returning to his seat.

To no apparent fault of his own, Tomson Ache sported a horizontal tear in his casual dark blue and black attire, which ran the length of his abdomen. From behind the loose threads came a series of icy blue, ectoplasmic tendrils whose violent flicks out into the air seemed to fluster the boil they were attached to.

From the moment he stepped into the room it became a problem. Fresh cups of sweet liquid, sugary cookies, and even the subtle hint of forest foliage in the backdrop alerted Tomson the ghost, as well as the Preta inside of him. How disheartening it was for the boil to have to deny the goods as they came around the room. Not because he required them, as surely no ghost did, but simply out of politeness and, if only a tiny bit, out of aesthetic delight… Unfortunately, the rage in his gut would not allow for him to enjoy the ambiance and all that came with it, if it could not do so as well.

So it was with great haste that Tomson did what was instructed of him, pardoning and excusing those who gathered here and there to eventually stand before the tree. Fortunately, the fuss and fumble that went on around the boil had no effect on him, and without any incident at all Tomson was able to grab a hefty gift before clearing the area. Unfortunately, the fight with himself was only just beginning, as the ectoplasm that once whipped wildly with no sense of purpose now seemed to move instinctively; attempting to pull the gift it's host had drawn into it's jagged mouth behind the seams.

"Cut it out! Quit! Let go!" The whispers went on like that until the boil was able to seize his find and to set it quickly onto the floor. A heavy sigh, and the thud of his forehead against the wall were coupled with the guttural grumble of his stomach.

Mort decided he did need to get out and do things, and this particular class seemed easy enough . . . Though he still kept his hood up and hoped that having as many layers on as he did would hide the gray streaks of insanity on his hair and skin.

He was battered and tossed about (curse his lack of muscle!) but manage dto walk out with a rather small present for his troubles. Mildly he began to nibble a cookie, randomly glancing about at the other students with the look of one socially awkward zombie stuck in a crowd.

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Piper was always happy to do anything that involved presents, because presents man. Swank class was swank. Despite having her mug of hot cocoa in hand, the mage managed to bob and weave through the crowd and came away with a medium sized package. Awwwwww yeaaaaaah.

"Score!" Seeing Brenley and another ghoul she had seen in anothe rclass, Piper skittered over with glee. "Best class ever, am I right? We're getting free swag and food~"

An excited look in Spencer's eyes only got more intense as the students went back to their seats- "NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW OPEN THEM! GO ON! RIP INTO IT!" He was giddy, almost sparkling with pure JOY.

Of course as students opened their presents, little undecorated trees fell from them, relative to the size of the boxes that contained them... and some rather beaten from their previously rough handling. The room now looking mildly like a tiny forest with all the little evergreens- it helped cover up the bright colors of Christmasland, but alas, before anyone could take comfort, Professor Prancer was pulling out boxes... from what looked like a replica santa bag.... only small.

"A bag of festive holding." He explained. "Handmade by elves and using the latest JOY technology, it can store quite a bit! I use mine to hold all my decorating kits." And what kits he had. Boxes upon boxes, each one color coded, each one having various themes. By the end the front of the room had more than enough decorations to drown in.
"You see, when we decorate for a party or for the holiday, we need a theme or some sort of continuity. A way to make it all come together in harmony and synchronize. After all, Christmas is about coming together, having your house and hearth reflect that is a must must must! But it must have meaning, you've got to feel it, that spark, that joy inside of you as you decorate. If you don't like the theme who will? Maybe you don't like the theme but it's in style? What then you ask? SIMPLE!"

His hoof stamped on the ground. "You make it work, make it have that touch. That spark is what will shape your theme and make it uniquely you. A gift that will give you joy and keep on giving! So what I'd like for you to do is come up here and take a few pieces to decorate your tree with. Maybe you want a luxurious theme, or, a more earthy and natural one. This year in Christmas it's all about the rejects, the faux pas and the clashing colors." He pat his sweater for emphasis... which began to play a terrible song as well as light up and flash colors.

Thankfully, the song died midway, likely because it was worn out and already had been half crackling. It seemed that the sweater had seen a lot of use.

"Here... I'm not sure what the latest fashion statement is here, but, go with that spark, what you feel deep inside of you. Take it, harvest it, and let your creative juices flow! Come to the front once you've found your spark and grab what you need to decorate. But... don't give it a topper just yet."