By the time the Festive Season became self-aware it had spread into millions of computer servers across the planet. Ordinary members in threads, forum sections; everywhere. It was VBulletin software; in cyberspace. There was no system core; it could not be shutdown. Season's Greetings began at 6:18 PM, just as Ausaudriel said it would. December, the month PC was almost destroyed by the usernames they'd built to express themselves. I should have realized it was never our destiny to stop the Festive Season, it was merely to survive it, together. Ausaudriel knew; he tried to tell us, but I didn't want to hear it. Maybe the future has been written. I don't know; all I know is what Ausaudriel taught me; never stop celebrating. And I never will. The Christmas feeling has just begun.