As night falls upon this eve of Christmas, and Mutants send themselves to a fitless sleep, snow begins it's heavy descent across Nevada and New England. The landscape is blanketed by white, a miracle of Christmas at hand. For now, there shall be a peace in the world.

At the Institute, the X-Men and their kin are rewarded their survival by the visitation of an individual known only in the legends of Man. As the families and others within begin to awaken, they're greeted by a large tree in an impossibily tall lounge, many a great present beneath it's branches, every Mutant and their loved ones there within the Institute have a gift with their name attached, it simply needs to be found.

At Nevada, some hours later, Citadel M awakens once more to see a bizarre snowscape, with suitable hills for sledding, for skiing and more. It's a veritable and impossible winter wonderland befitting the Mutants of Citadel M and their ability to survive. And in the courtyard space stands a giant tree, laden with baubles and decorations, snow covered. Gifts, again, wait beneath it...

But for those who bear no relationship with Christmas, they haven't been forgotten, in corners of the Institute and Citadel M there are quiet callings to them.

Happy Holidays one and all!