Our house had a big picture window from floor to ceiling in the front room. My dad, using a black crayon, transferred his sketch to the window and color-coded the original sketch. Then he bought some tempera paints, and the whole family—my mom and dad, brother Russ, sister Carol, and me—began painting.
When we finished, my dad set up a bright light inside and trained it on the window. We went out front, and presto! We had a stained glass window showing the star, shepherds, wise men, manger, and holy family.
Today Candy Cane Lane is bigger and brighter than ever. But I like to think that, years ago, all the lights and candles were outshone in our window by Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and my dad’s unbounded imagination.