A Tiny Star Shined Bright
I finished up my Christmas decorating and simply ignored the full-size reusable tree stored away in a closet. I didn’t want to deal with it. My husband had died of Covid-19 in October, at age 91, and I was still feeling the lingering effects of my own bout with it.
When some neighbors stopped by to check on me, they were surprised to find me treeless. “Maybe next year,” I told
