This is Berk, boasting the kind of balmy fun-in-the-sun climate that will give you frostbite on your spleen. The one up-side is our annual holiday. We call it Snoggletog. Why we chose such a stupid name remains a mystery, but with the war long over, and dragons living amongst us, this year's Snoggletog promises to be one to remember.
Niles, you old Scrooge. Get into the Christmas spirit. –Spoken by one who doesn't have to clean it all up. –Well, that's the thing about Chanukah. Eight candles and a menorah; no fuss, no muss. –Is it too late to convert? –Never. We'll get you a Bar Mitzvah and, of course, a circumcision. –Suddenly I'm filled with the Christmas spirit.