At the first light of Christmas morning in Concord, you trudged through the fresh snow clutching a basket of breakfast in your hands.

Laurie, looking out from the warmth of his grandfather's grand mansion, couldn't help but notice the lone figure making their way through the snow-covered streets.

With a concerned smile, he approached you, his voice carrying through the crisp morning air. "Good morning! It's quite chilly out here. You might freeze in that thin coat."