Holly Richardson: When Christmas is a tender time

Christmas of 2005 was not our regular bustling Christmas. It was somber and tender, as we grieved the loss of our daughter, Elizabeth, who we buried eight days before Christmas (and one day before my birthday).That year, the focus was not on buying gifts, or big noisy meals or even on decorating. In fact, if an army of Secret Santas had not jumped in, it’s likely our living children would have only gotten a single stocking of snacks. Maybe.And forget about cooking a big meal. I literally c