Seventy-five to a hundred years ago, my grandmother used to travel around in Idaho, doing dramatic readings. When I say “readings,” I don’t really mean she read from books. She memorized and performed plays and books. I was only twelve when she died, and I don’t remember seeing her do any of her professional performances. But I do remember that she was an amazing storyteller and could keep me entertained for ages.
The video below made me think of Grandma. It’s a beautiful Christmas Eve story that brought me to tears while still smiling. Take a moment to watch it. You’ll be glad you did.