Gonga kicked at a bottle cap and watched it skitter down the road. He hadn’t heard word from his family in over a month, and he was starting to lose hope.
Gonga’s eyes drifted upward and he paused. Something bright was reflecting off the street just around the corner. He hurried down past ColdStone, staring at the tree in front of Shakespear’s pizza. It was so beautiful!
Someone had wrapped brightly colored strands of Christmas lights around the trunk, around every single limb and all the way out to individual twigs. The tree glowed in brilliant detail.
Gonga stood beneath it, staring up into the branches. Blue, green, yellow, pink, red and every shade in between.
Someone laughed. “You think this is great, you should see the real magic tree.”
Gonga’s heart twisted inside. The Magic Tree? It sounded wonderful.
“Where is it?” Gonga asked, looking at the college student sporting a windbreaker and a black and gold baseball cap.
He jerked his thumb, “Oh, somewhere down in the Cherry Hill shopping center.”
Cherry Hill? That sounded even prettier. “How far…to walk?” Gonga jerked the words out.
“Walk?” the man looked surprised. He guffawed. “You couldn’t walk that! It’s probably ten miles at least.”
“I will go walk,” Gonga breathed. “I must see this Magic Tree.” Visions of his family flickered through his mind. Maybe, just maybe something would happen.
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