The Christmas Bell by Chynna Laird
I’ve always loved Christmas: the smells snaking from the kitchen hinting to the wonderful dinner to come, the buzz of voices catching up on all the past year’s events, and munching on Grandma’s melt-in-your-mouth shortbread cookies (Grandma would never divulge her shortbread secret nor could we find the recipe). But my fondest memories swirl around…
