By Sister Marcianne Bzdon, SSND
My mom always waited until I came home for our home visit before she would decorate the little plastic 3-foot tree I finally talked her into buying one year.
She had me do the decorating. She had a long string of red wooden cranberry beads that she always wanted on the tree.
I didn’t like them. But I dutifully put them on the tree and truthfully, it didn’t look half bad, and it made her happy, and that was all that mattered.
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