Chapter 4The next afternoon, Nate surveyed the area and cringed at the sight. He’d been right. Surely thousands of people wandered around the fictional Christmas town, chatting, pointing out trinkets and lights, and nearly skipping in excitement. Well, the kids were. Some of the adults didn’t appear like they had enough energy left to skip along the main strip of the place.
Decorated Christmas trees were everywhere. Crowds walked in and around booths and shops. Lights lit up everything from walkways to the street, even with the sunlight pouring down. Jingle bells rang here and there while a strong musk of pine cones tickled Nate’s nose.
“Oh, boy.” Donner sighed.
“I know,” Nate answered. “Why here?”
“We visited this place a couple of times as kids on our way to see relatives. I recall h
