Even the grumpiest old curmudgeon smiles when this band plays. I love to see eyes light up and years fall away with smiles of pure joy. My little Violet can watch it play all of its 18 renditions of Christmas cheer.

A gift from a dear friend who knows that music is the universal language of young and old alike. When I bring it out each year, I think of her and how much she has enlightened my life.

What is the saying? “Every time you hear a bell ring an angel gets its wings.” Well, there must be a lot of happy angels, for this has played a lot.

Thank you, Louise, and may we all sing and ring in this season of love.

Love,
Jane

You Are Not Alone

Photography by Kirsten Pierce