The writing of 'The Christmas Violin'

BY BUFFY ANDREWS
I remember the morning as if it were minutes ago. Winter was tumbling into spring and I awoke from a dream that followed me like a shadow. 

I was standing on the stone steps of a cemetery. A young woman with beautiful red hair played the violin in front of a small granite tombstone in the shape of a teddy bear. I was mesmerized, READ ENTIRE POST HERE