Jeremy Anderson’s POV
The town looks like it stepped out of a snow globe.
Warm yellow lights cling to lampposts, wreaths hang from every storefront, and the air smells of roasted nuts and sugar. The kind of place people photograph and swear they’ll come back to next year. Judith and I met here. I mean, we already knew each other, but it was the first time we spent time together and actually spoke. Before, we'd only exchange polite smiles or a nod, maybe a fleeting greeting, since we were from the same pack and saw each other often.
Her friends and mine were also acquainted and had a blast. When I was seventeen, I finally asked Judith out on a date. We got married, had Daniel, and kept the tradition for five years after. We’d vowed to return every year after to see the play I am now tak
