‘Tis the season to eat, drink, wear gaudy sweaters, and be oh so very, very merry. The Feast of Winter Veil has begun! Read on to learn more.

Every year, the inhabitants of Azeroth put words to thought in a plea to Greatfather Winter that he might bring to them that which they desire most … Presents!

Ho ho hello, um, little child. I'm Greatfather Winter, and I – courtesy of the fine folks of Smokywood Pastures... "Fresh from our farm to your plate, it's Smokywood Pastures wholesome goodness" – would like to wish you a fantastic Feast of Winter Veil.