THE STROLLED INTO THE hall of trees side by side, pushing their offspring out in front.
“There must be 70 or 80 trees here,” Morgan said, shaking her head, marveling at the sight of them all.
They began to move along the winding pathway that had been created to lead patrons through the display, not talking at first, just taking it all in.
The two toddlers didn’t know where to look. They alternated between staring at the trees and displays on the floor all around them and staring at each other.
At the fourth tree, one covered in baked clay angels, each with the face of a young child, they stopped. “Zanesville Head Start,” Morgan read off the corporate donor’s sign, “A family of Friends, they named it and look, it already has a bunch of ‘favorite’ stickers.”
“It’s cute,” Hannah said, “A
