T'was the night before Christmas, and the Chubbers annual Kansas holiday festival was in full swing. The Kansas home had been transformed into a winter wonderland, complete with twinkling lights, a tree adorned with glittering ornaments, and a table laden with festive treats.

As the Gnomies mingled and laughed, one figure stood out amongst the crowd. He was a burly human with a bushy beard and a ruddy complexion. Their name was unknown, but was merely known throughout the Gnomie community as the Bearded Drinker.

The Bearded Drinker had a reputation for being a bit of a party animal, and tonight was no exception. They were already on their tenth beer and showing no signs of slowing down. As the night wore on, the Bearded Drinker became more and more boisterous, regaling his fellow Gnomies with tales of exploits and belting out Christmas carols at the top of his lungs.

Despite his boisterous behavior, the other Gnomies couldn't help but be charmed by Bill's infectious cheer. They laughed at jokes and sang along with carols, enjoying the lighthearted atmosphere brought to the party.

As the night drew to a close, the Bearded Drinker made their way over to the mistletoe hanging above the home's main entrance. They stood beneath it, swaying slightly looking around at his Gnomies with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Who's ready for a little holiday cheer?" he slurred, his breath reeking of alcohol.

Before anyone could respond, The Bearded Drinker lunged forward and planted a sloppy kiss on the cheek of the nearest Gnomies, a young woman named Gnartist. Gnartist giggled and blushed, caught off guard by the Bearded Drinker's unexpected display of affection.

As the partygoers laughed and cheered, the Bearded Drinker swayed on his feet, a goofy grin on his face. It was clear that he had had a bit too much to drink, but no one seemed to mind. After all, it was the holidays, and at the Chubbers Christmas party, even the most unlikely of characters could spread a little cheer.


Are you the Bearded Drinker?