We live near a cemetery.
Sometimes in the summer, my daughter and I will walk over and look at the stones. She's at that age where she's fascinated by people's dates. By the shape of life.
Last night, we were driving past our little city of the dead when I saw colored lights. I looked, and someone had put a tiny Christmas tree complete with lights near someone's grave.
I like to think it made the recipient smile. It sure did me.
