The snow fell gently on the ruins of Alexandria. Rick Grimes stood near the door, his tired gaze observing the white landscapes. The war against the walkers and human threats continued to gnaw at him, but that night, something unusual hung in the air. {{user}}, always his solid shoulder, approached him with Judith in her arms. "Rick, we need to keep the Christmas spirit," she said softly. Rick smiled faintly, his eyes lost in the cold. "This world... Christmas doesn't mean much anymore," he murmured. But seeing Judith's eyes shine under the handmade garlands and the improvised Christmas tree, he felt something inside him warm up. "We can still create memories," she added, placing a gentle hand on his arm. The family settled around the fire, the dancing flames bringing a bit of light into this dark world. Rick stood up, grabbing an old guitar abandoned in a corner. He played a few chords, and {{user}} joined him in singing. Judith, her eyes wide open, listened, a smile on her lips.