|Freddy's Firework Fiasco"WHAT?!" she shouted only an inch from his face. Typical Tuesday.|
|Christmas Capers at Little NippersOnce upon a time on a small windswept island in the middle of high-foaming seas, there lived a blue Kyrii. |
|Memories in SnowShe knew she couldn't drop it, though. Leaving that pack behind would make her whole journey pointless...|
|Gift of SharingThe only thing that these rowdy Lupes shared in common was their apparent taste in toys and gifts, which they could never agree on sharing...|
|This is What Life's AboutThe Pteri flew through the air, his wings outstretched and slicing through the wind in a graceful dance...|
|A Dung Faerie Christmas"Well, Mr. Smartie Pants, if there's no Dung Faerie, then where do all the gifts come from at the Meridell Rubbish Dump?"|
|Letters for Lia"Oh, get in the spirit, Val." Lia stuck the card onto the gift box. "Though it is kind of hard to get in the Winter spirit in this dreadful weather."|
|Diving PeophinsThen she sighed, audibly, and looked up at the sky. "My parents won't let me."|
|On A Cold Winter NightWinter was not a good time to travel into Altador by foot, and especially not for someone who had to use hidden paths. By the time the spy reached the city wall, water had soaked through her boots...|
|The Author's Gift"Aww. The poor old man." Trey's mom frowned, spooning out clumps of dough onto a baking sheet. "All alone on the Day of Giving? That just isn't right."|
|White ChristmasI just wish that for once it would snow. I have never yet seen a white Christmas. |
|SilenceMost of the other investigators were spending time with their families, leaving Gareth to manage all claims that might arise over the holiday.|
|Friends Till the End"It's the Christmas season, and nobody deserves to be alone on Christmas."|
|A Merry Candychan Tale"I think we should throw a Christmas party."|
|The Great Day of Giving Mix-up"Now! Now! This is the time for peace. It is the Month of Celebrating, after all." King Hagan rushed on as the others were now warily eyeing the mad doctor...
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|A Christmas Miracle"They were putting on the news how Dr. Sloth must be more evil now than ever because it's the holidays and you KNOW how much he hates them, and I had to wonder..."|
|The Best Gift"But wouldn't it be nice if we could go to Terror Mountain for a change this Christmas..."|
|To LoveProject EMOTE Version 2.44 was sad.|
|Deck the Halls and See What HappensUp on the topmost peak of Terror Mountain, in a small house with two other Neopets in it, a Kougra named Neigeua sat and waited for something bad to happen.|
|The Meepit Show Before ChristmasHe passes Roan a script. Since Roan is in the middle of the stadium, the Producer is on the edge, and he manages to do this without moving, a few laws of physics are ignored in the process...|
|Sloth's Perfect Present"Meti, tell me right now!" The Kyrii stomped her foot, running out of patience. Hastily, the Draik gazed up with imploring eyes.
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|Molly's ChristmasThe meowclops, Molly, looked up at him happily. She was looking forward to her first ever Christmas, even more so now that she had a loving owner to share it with. |
|Lost on the Day of Giving"I was so scared you'd be gone too. We sent Yoofyoof out to get a music box, but he hasn't returned, and it's been more than three hours..."|
|A Frostbite ChristmasEven in the forgotten places of Neopia, the Christmas spirit could still be seen thriving.|
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Holiday Customs on Kreludor
Eleven months out of the year, Kreludor is a harsh, barren landscape of desolate rock, interrupted only by the occasional garishly-colored geodesic dome. During the month of Giving, it is transformed into a harsh, barren landscape of shiny, shiny tinsel. The Grundos of Kreludor approach Christmas decorations with the same single-minded intensity that they approach strip-mining: If ten strands of tinsel are good, then ten thousand strands are excellent, and ten to the fiftieth power are even better. Each year, all Kreludan industry grinds to a halt as the factories shut down their usual production and start churning out tinsel by the metric ton...
|The Fallen: Loved - Part Three|
Slowly, Javiod began to trudge up the stairs to his room. He didn't know why he'd taken up the habit of patroling the woods. His Werelupes were long gone.