The sounds from the reed pipe were soothing. The melodic tones never failed to relax his mind, and for someone like Hermes, whose mind was a constant whirl of activity filled with webs of barely connected threads of thought, it was almost miraculous. It helped that here, in one of his many meadows, he was also gazing upon his animals. They only added to that sense of peace.

( Sometimes it seems to Hermes that everyone always thinks it's all about the cows. )

It was rare this time of year that he was able to sit down and put his feet up on the tasseled hassock in his study. Which was why, as he settled into the cushy plumpness of his red velvet chair, Santa began mentally reviewing his to-do list for today. Did he really have time to enjoy his peppermint hot cocoa, or had he forgotten something that would require his attention?

( The List )

Post Valentine's Day was never good for Peitho. The build-up of all the activities fueled her and she thought it was the most amazing time of year. It kept all of her brothers and their mother busy. It felt like more busy that the rest of the year, which made sense as they were all factions of love gods and goddesses.
( A bored Peitho was just asking for trouble )