Blue eyes opened as the hatchling woke from her nap, still in her incubator, though something was different in her room.

Near the bottom of the machine that kept her warm lay a small box, wrapped in paper almost as blue as she was, with little snowflakes all over.

There was a tag too, that had been written in a flowing handscript, it held her name, and beneath the from, was the name Father Christmas, and even though she couldn't spell, it must be something special.

Just what could it be? A muffled squeal as if calling to her mother, her mate, or even Drake, though the package held most of her attention.

Inside the box was a soft, warm blanket, matching the box it was in, little silver snowflakes seemed to be woven into the warm material that almost matched her scales.

Toddling a little closer, she squealed softly, reaching into the box to tug the blankie out. Blue eyes peeking to Drake as she then buried herself beneath her pink blankie and this new one, now having an extra layer of warmth.