"Oh, absolutely." Steve nods eagerly, rubbing his gloved hands together to keep feeling in them. "I wish i had a fireplace in my home. It makes things all the more cozy, I think. And Christmastime? Me and my friend's families used to get togheter, when my Ma was still alive."

Steve can't help but smile as he remembers.

"We never had much, but we'd go all out and have a huge meal, his Ma would always compliment mine on her dresses, even though she'd sewn 'em out of old feed bag fabric scraps she'd save up during the year. Made my Ma feel like she was real special." The smile falters.

"This is the first winter i've been away from my friend." He admits. "His Christmas present is still under my tree. Haven't...gotten the heart to take it down, yet.'