Morgan's PoV
The world outside is a silent, frosted wonderland, but within the wooden walls of my cabin, warmth wraps around us like a loving embrace. I've never been one for festivities, yet here we are, on Christmas Eve, in my formerly stark cabin, that now smells of the Christmases of my childhood.
The fireplace crackles with a fervent fire, casting dancing shadows across the room adorned with garlands and twinkling lights. Soft holiday music hums from an old record player, infusing the air with a gentle melody that seems to coax the very walls into whispering tales of yuletide joy.