Let me explain.
For many of us, our childhood Christmases wereredandgreenand sparkling with hope and possibility. Bright lights twinkled with our heart’s desire. The smell of food and the sounds of laughter are carved into our memories and all it takes is one sighting of the infamous red and green combination to bring that feeling to the forefront of our hearts.
But at some point, for many of us, the colors changed.
I’ll never forget the year that not one, but both of my grandmothers were in the hospital….and no joke, same hospital, same floor, a few rooms away from each other. Talk about agreyChristmas! My parents and I spent both Christmas Eve and Christmas day going back and forth between my grandma’s rooms trying to keep my grandfather’s spirits up and bring as…