Levi was on his way home, his boots crunching with every step he took on the icy, snow-covered path back to his home. As he walked, he noted the lights that had been strung along the streets, the wreaths that adorned each door, and the many couple that passed him by, their laughter filling the streets.

He wore a tender look on his face as he watched the world prepare for the wintry holiday he’d learned of from the residents of Marley: Christmas. Perhaps it was mere coincidence that such a holiday landed on his birthday, or perhaps it was the perfect excuse not to celebrate another year of his life come and gone. Either way, he paused as he noticed you outside your own home, trying your best to string up lights around your door.

Only you would try to complete a task all on your own in the cold weather as it snowed. He shook his head with a soft, almost fond look he’d deny if anyone ever asked him about, “Hold on, brat. Let me help you.”