“Wow! This ride is so cool! You’re like a present going through Santa’s toy factory!” A little girl announced excitedly while tugging on her mother’s sleeve.
Holly was relieved and, at the same time, overwhelmed by the attention her booth was getting. From the oohs and aahs of the children to the glimmer of hope in some of the parents' eyes as they looked over the brochure she had made, going over the benefits offered by the company. She was glad she had made so many; the pile she had laid out was already running low. She had a box of them tucked away under the table. As she reached down to open it up, a conversation inadvertently caught her attention.
“Where is that brother Grayson of yours anyway? I was at the town hall earlier to help with the first aid station, and only Jeffery was
