Everyone's minds are on Christmas, this time of year. He has watched them write letters to home, speak longingly of family and friends who are not here, decorate the trees they cut down - a thing which would never happen on his planet. Trees destroyed for the purpose of beautifying the sietch? Stil would have a fit. Leto smiles to think of it, and then laughs, the sound echoing around him before the forest swallows it up.

The trees dampen the noise of the reindeer's stamping and snorting, and the jingling of the bells on their harness. Leto-as-Klaus can't help but laugh, a huge booming sound that makes his reindeer whicker in response, a smaller version of a horse's neigh. The sleigh is packed full of toys, some balancing precariously in ways they shouldn't even be able to - except Klaus' helpers packed them, and there's a kind of magic in the way they do these things. They gather around him now, diminutive compared to his rotund figure, their voices as high and squeaky as the children they happily toil for. Leto-as-Klaus reaches down to ruffle their hair, tug at their elongated ears, and in return they wrap their arms around as much of his stomach as they can reach. Leto-as-Klaus laughs again, and slowly makes his way through the crowd towards his sleigh.

"Leto?"

He doesn't recognize the voice, but the face is strangely familiar. Like one of the helpers in his memory, or maybe his dream...the little creature is holding out a gift, wrapped in paper that looks as though it's somehow been forged from the teeth of a Maker.

"This is for you."