hristmas had been the back-drop to love for my late husband, Tom, and me for our whole lives. We’d first met during Christmas week 1959, on the historic ice rink at New York City’s Madison Square Garden. We were both members of the ice-skating club but didn’t know each other until he asked me to do a couples’ skate under the Christmas lights. Perfectly in sync, we glided as a twosome for the rest of the evening—and eventually into marriage, raising five children in northern New Jersey. Cutting a fresh tree each Christmas was a family affair. In
