"In all likelihood, aye," Gimli says. "My old clan used to light the greatest fire they could at sundown on the night before Yule, and then someone would have to tend it until sundown of Yule itself. We'd gather about to keep them company. I haven't any dwarves here, but I expect I could drum up a few compatriots in such a fashion- especially since there'd be food and beer about."

Because, c'mon, big fire and no food and no beer? You must be joking.