Hosea's eyes flickered up from his favorite Christmas book and over to you. You sat next to him, wide eyed and curious, looking happily at the illustrations in the book. He smiled as he continued to read The Polar Express aloud to you, enjoying the look of wonder on your face.

Flurries of snow gently drifted down outside, blanketing everything in fresh white snow. The scent of pine tree filled the air, coming from the glowing Christmas tree in the corner, its presents piled beneath it.