How a Dreaded Holiday Tradition Turned Into the Best One
Briefly

My mom's choir was halfway through its carol concert when I realized that her name was missing from the program.I knew she wouldn't be too broken up about it  she'd say No need to go into a swivet  but I was incensed.The oversight instantly became a referendum on everything we'd lost that year.This was my mom's choir debut, and her long white hair glowed beatifically as she belted We Three Kings on a riser beneath the pulpit where, 10 months before, my sister and I had eulogized our 59-year-old dad.
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