"Holiday," she begins, wisely opting not to comment on the shiver, "December twenty-fifth. People spend the season putting trees up inside and decorating them, decorating houses, baking, have family over for dinners. On the twenty-fourth parents leave gifts out for kids and pretend it's Santa, all that."

Easier to explain the straightforward things than anything deeper, immediately observable signs. Won't be long until the Barge is gearing up for it, anyhow.