Despite the fact Andrew Stinson – at the age of seventy-five – still gets giddy like a child at Christmas, he can’t help feeling he needs reminders of what it takes to be a good, kind person. That’s why, for years now each Christmas season, he reads Charles Dickens’s A Christmas Carol. This year, though, when he stumbles on a letter he received decades earlier from his Aunt Martha that began, Uncle Albert has died and gone to heaven, it unleashes a sea of memories that challenges the very fabric of his beliefs and the very kindness he strives for.