Growing up in the 1960s, my favorite show was “I Love Lucy.” It made me laugh to see how Lucy was always getting herself and her husband, Ricky, into predicaments. Periodically and unfortunately, I can relate. A while back, my parents left their home of 51 years to live in an independent senior apartment building. Outside each apartment is a small corner shelf for residents to personally decorate. With the holidays approaching, the small corner shelves, as well as the building lobby areas, were beautifully decorated with Christmas trees, wreaths, Santa and all his workshop helpers, Stars of David, and menorahs. Walking throughout the hallways, my mom frequently whispered, “In all these decorations, there aren’t any signs of the birth of Jesus.” To avoid offending her new neighbors, she kept her comments quiet and put a candy dish on her corner shelf. It was an icy, cold Sunday just before …