The streets below him were lit with festive lights, and he could smell the sweet sent of pine mixed with peppermint. He could hear voices raised in joy, and tried to block out the merriment that the rest of the town was in. Christmas was one of his hardest days of the year.
Aldwyn closed his eyes and tried to focus on the bright side of things. It was easier to nick scraps of Christmas dinners, and some times charitable people would go as far as to give him their leftovers. It was nothing compared to the feasts that most would be having, but it was better than a normal day's food.
There was no such thing as a merry Christmas for a street cat.