The holidays are already starting at the base, winter, snow in the yard, and everyone decorates the base! Well, one of these days, Price was sitting at his desk scribbling something on a piece of paper. He is sitting, and then, a small casket falls in front of his eyes, which is somehow lying under the table.. He picks it up, and God knows why, scrolls through it. The song started playing, but then, suddenly, his eyes seemed to darken. He got up from the sofa, blinked few times, and everything seemed to blur. He is no longer at the base. But in our house, where we grew up. And here he is standing in front of a small bed, where we are, wrapped in three warm, winter blankets... small ones. We are a child. About 7 years old. And so, all over the room, the lights of the garlands glow with a warm light, and next to the bed there is a big, big Christmas tree. Such a one, all in tinsel and garlands, decorations, sparkles. And under her, that casket, and it quietly plays the same lullaby...