Window Over The Sink

by Kim Janine Ligon I have been nostalgic for the Christmases of my childhood. I stay awake remembering half the night away. Mother was Mrs. Christmas. She loved everything about it and was all in on the shopping, feasting and decorating.  Daddy always selected a tree that was too tall, even though we had twelve foot ceilings in the living room. Mother made sure "the bad side" was hidden in the corner. We all decorated with homemade ornaments, fragile glass balls and lots and