The seasons werre changing again. Growing colder. The chill and threat of snow looming ahead. Her time of year. Their time. The lair was bustling with activity.

"We want to decorate for Winterfest!" It was a chorus that momma heard daily. And soon they would.

As the temperature dropped, many of the dragonlings, and children{bundled up of course!} followed their mother out to the gardens. Surely there was something they could do there.

A grin as she leaned in to whisper to each child, each hatchling. and giggling they would dart off in random directions. Each finding his or her favorite bauble they would rush back and settle them at her feet.

She too would add to the pile, then lowering her horned head, she would help the hatchlings and young ones up, a couple at a time. Up into the trees where they would hang the shinies.

One tree, two...three and four...Soon most of the trees in the gardens around the lair bore decorations of almost every hue.