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Christmas morning came around. Fraser was feeling rather sad. His fingers were cold and his claws were almost frozen like icicles. His horns had frost on them and he couldn’t feel his tail, which had been lying on the ground. He stood up and rubbed his arms and went outside. "What’s this?" he gasped. He picked up the package. "It’s a Christmas present," he laughed. He opened it up. "Oh, a lovely woolen blanket. Who made this?" he wondered. He looked at the tree. "Rowan berries, nuts and feathers. How pretty! It’s the best Christmas tree I’ve ever had!" He went back inside and turned on his oven and started to make himself a Christmas meal. As he was chopping the leeks, he heard a noise coming from the entrance to his cave. "Can we come in?" Carly asked. Fraser was surprised. He had guests on Christmas Day! "Come in, all of you. I’m about to fix supper. Would you like to stay?" he asked. Carly, Siobhan, Rabbie, Harry and Gillian spent the rest of the day in the cave with Fraser, nibbling on his leeks and potatoes, haggis, sausages, bacon, sweets of every sort imaginable, bannocks, raisins and boiled eggs. "This is the best Christmas I’ve ever had," he sighed, happily. "Thank you for the blanket. There’ll be no more cold nights for me now." He noticed that Siobhan didn’t have as much wool as usual and smiled at her. "Merry Christmas to you all," he shouted. "Merry Christmas to you too, Fraser," they replied. From then on, the other animals in Thistleberry Glen stopped by Fraser’s cave for tea and caramel shortbread whenever they were nearby and even invited the dragon to their houses, even though he was too big to fit inside.