Tim looked on, smiling as the workers hung up the lights and decorations. She was right, of course. There was still a whole month for this. But he loved it, he would admit. His mind went back to childhood memories, sifting through the plethora of bad to find one of the good ones. When he was six, he remembered venturing into the snow in the middle of the night, for what, he couldnt remember, though it was probably to get away from his mother. It was snowing slowly, but heavily, and with great volume. He remembered finding his way to the main street, and looking down the empty abandoned, snow covered streets. The orange glow of the towns Christmas lights shining bright through the snow storm. It was beautiful.

It was one of the very few good memories he had.

"Yeah." Tim responded quietly, eyes wandering to the different sets of lights along the buildings and street poles, connecting across gaps, bridging across the streets from one building to the other, forming criss-crossed patterns. "I like the lights."