I have to admit, I’ve been in kind of a grinchy frame of mind this year. Too much senseless tragedy, sadness and an appalling national conversation. But when John and I happened upon this in one of my favorite stores of found treasures this afternoon, I felt a spark of hope for the season. Making turkey pot pies and listening to “when the river meets the sea.” Merry merry. Now if I could just find an old copy of Free To Be You and Me…