He shrugs. "I never could keep track'a that shit. Never tried." It had seemed important to some of the others, but to him... What was the point? It was all just days, one after the other, and whether or not you made it through the next one. Maybe Beth had kept ideas of birthdays and holidays, but it was like watching it from across a divide.

"Yeah, it's weird. I mean, it's good, it's just..." He shrugs again, smaller, and looks at the tree. "Christmas wasn't so much a thing when I was a kid, anyway."