Marie-Claire heard the voices, and slipped out of her sleeping bag. Shivering, she grabbed a jacket she always kept close by and put it on. She held it closed, too lazy to do up the buttons or tie the strings. Following the voices, she rounded a couple of shelves and her eyes met the display. The girl blinked rapidly.
"Wow," she breathed, gazing around in awe. Marie had always loved Christmas, and seeing the spirit still alive in the group made her smile.