were trees. They were strange trees, with small, colorful lights strung about them. They would make it now. They had to. He heard joyful voices, and a grin formed on his face that stretched from ear to ear. He recalled this from a memory that The Giver, whom he missed dearly, had given him. It was a holiday. Jonas slowed to a stop. He was completely overwhelmed. He no longer felt cold, but warm, and his stomach had a wonderful fluttering feeling. He looked around at all of the houses that he and