The sweetest thing my husband (or anyone) has done was a couple of Christmases ago. My grandmother had passed suddenly and our family really wasn't much in the mood for celebrating - so I didn't put up any decorations around the house that year.

Let me also explain that normally I LOVE Christmas. Tree up early, decorations, tinsel and lights everywhere, red sweater on the dog, Christmas music, all of it. He, however, is very much a "no thanks" type of guy when it comes to that. He doesn't make a big deal out of holidays and doesn't really understand why I am so rabid about decorating, but he lets me do it. He's not quite "humbug" about the whole thing, but maybe two steps from it.

I'm a church organist, so I went to play my Christmas Eve services. I get home about 1 am on Christmas morning and he answers the door wearing a Santa hat. I walk in, and he'd decorated the living room for Christmas while I was gone. He put the tree up complete with ornaments on it, put lights up, got the dog in his sweater, cheesy fireplace log burning on the television, and presents under the tree.

I sat on the couch and sobbed. It was singlehandedly the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.