By Mary Ellen Mitchell, Lydia’s House co-director At 2pm on Christmas Eve I started gathering vases and table cloths to head to Lydia’s House because we were hosting “songs and stories” and an Italian dinner by candlelight, an event Meridith and I concocted to try and make things more festive at a homeless shelter. I typically hate Christmas, but the guests at Lydia’s House take it to a whole new level, often fighting, drinking or withering in honor of the birth of our Savior. As such, we thought it might be nice to give them something, besides sadness, to focus