Waking up on Christmas has always been something I dreaded. Nothing special or magical happened during the time I was in homes or in the institution. It was just another regular day. There were no gifts. No family. No joy. But I got all of that and more when Arge found me.

As I roll over and open my eyes, I gaze out onto the snow-covered grounds of the pack lands, and a smile eases onto my face. It's always a sight to behold, but it's something else entirely at this time of year. The snow-capped peaks of the mountain ranges. The tall pine trees that glisten with fallen flakes...