Greatfather Winter placed presents under the boughs of the Winter Veil tree—get 'em before the Greench does!
‘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!
He sees you when you're sleeping, but he can't read your mind.
It’s the time of year when the many residents of Azeroth take time to pause and think about all of the good and bad they’ve wrought throughout the year. And even if their self-reflection reveals the shriveled heart of the Greench, they’ll write a letter to Greatfather Winter anyway in the hopes they’ll get just want they want for Winter Veil.