It’s amazing how much more bittersweet each Christmas gets as we get older, isn’t it? Like this: as part of this feature, for a number of years I’ve devoted a day to finding new versions of my mother’s favorite Christmas carol, “Bring a Torch Jeanette Isabella”. I continue doing this, even though she’ll never hear them.
But…maybe there’s some magic in the universe and she can hear them. That would be nice, wouldn’t it?
