His name is Frank. He is 91 years old and he lives two doors down from us- alone. In 1951 he used to milk the cows at 2am where our house now stands. He moved from Holland the the US when he was 31 years old. We know that he had a wife whom has died and no children. So there he is all by himself in this quiet little farm area.
We thought he could use some Christmas cheer. His face said that indeed, he could.
Yesterday we took over a wee little tree adorned with some miniature ornaments and lights the kids found. Complimented with some 100% child decorated cookies and you have...Christmas cheer. Boy that felt good.
