May I start? I have a little bit of time on my hands:
The snow had been falling all day and all night and lay thick on the roofs and in the streets. Despite the village seemingly quiet, behind the closed doors of the cottages and the Inn preparations were well underway, with many neighbours visiting and assisting other members of the community. In the little cottage of Mrs. Hunberly, several older ladies were gossiping away while stuffing mincemeat into pies and putting together the special christmas mix for pasties. In the workshop of Mr. Oberle, the woodworker, a group of the older men were busy carving and assembling toys and gifts for the children. In the Church, the Vicar and his wife were joined by Mrs. Lennox, Mrs. Ancastor, and the teachers of the school to clean and decorate. In other cottages, sons and daughters assisted mothers and fathers with all manner of different tasks, all ready for the gathering that would take place later that day that would start the festive season. A group of the younger men and women creeped out of their homes and assembled in the village square, dressed in their warmest coats and mittens, caps and scarves. It was their job to go into the woods and bring back the tree that would be decorated by the whole community, and light the main commonroom in the Inn until the new year.
However, not all the villagers were busy on this day.