*Shelby*

“The tree looks incredible,” I said, taking a step back to admire our work.

Michael’s grandmother’s ornaments consisted of whites and icy blues which contrasted with the dark green pine needles.

“Just wait until we light it,” Michael said, rushing over to the outlet and plugging in the strand of lights.

His face lit up as bright as the tree. He looked just like a kid witnessing the magic of it ...