Twelve Days of Christmas

This holiday season was marred by sorrow. Charles, my husband for thirty-four years, unexpectedly passed away October 31st. He was a wonderful man, and I miss him terribly. He was a faithful Christian, and I know he's at peace in heaven with Jesus and his departed family and friends.
To spite my grief, a week before Christmas I unpacked our pre-lit tree and set it up at our front window. My great-grandson helped his father put up my nativity scene, and on Christmas day, I placed baby Jesus in...