#Chapter 245: Tiny Shoes

Abby Our feet are sore as we make our way down the quaint market street, but my entire body feels loose and relaxed after the full day of hard work. It seems as though the first snow yesterday has led everyone to get into the holiday spirit, and the stores are all bursting with people excitedly doing their gift shopping. The storefronts are all festively decorated with vibrant green wreaths and bright red ribbons, and people in equally festive outfits are standing on street corners ringing donation bells. “I should do some gift shopping while I’m here,” I say, holding my warm cup of hot apple cider between my hands as we walk. I stop and peer into a chocolate shop window, looking at all of the tantalizing sweets on display. There’s a couple with a little toddler inside, and the toddler is excitedly pointing his tiny little finger at a chocolate rabbit in the case. “That actually reminds me,” Karl says, following my gaze, “I haven’t even thought about what I’ll be getting