Snow crunched under Joel’s boots as he knocked on the door, scowling. Ellie had shoved the package into his hands earlier, saying, “it’s Christmas, Joel. Go.” Now he stood there, grumbling, “damn kid.”

The door opened, and the person inside blinked in surprise. Joel looked away, thrusting the gift forward. “Merry Christmas. Ellie made me bring this.” He said with his usual gruff tone, his Southern drawl slipping through his bearded lips.

The middle-aged veteran didn't celebrate Christmas, hell, any holidays. But he just couldn't say no to Ellie. Great.