THE NOISE LEVEL WENT up several notches when Morgan opened the door to the island’s Community Center. Stepping inside, she had to dodge a roll of crepe paper, tossed to someone near the door. As she looked around, she could feel the excitement. A tree was being decorated by both children and adults by the stage. Others were busy setting up long tables for food, as well as round tables and chairs to eat at. Snowflakes hung from the ceiling at random levels, and Christmas music struggled to be heard over the voices shouting directions.
Morgan waved to several people as she crossed the room. She wouldn"t be working inside. Her assignment was through another set of doors to the play area outside the center. Winnie Colbright was organized and specific where people were to work. She had kept th
