Christmas festivities are swinging into high gear, but it's the arrival of a stranger connected to their past that has Jenny worried about J.D.'s tenuous sobriety.

The year 1937 has been full of ups and downs for my dad and me, but I can look back and see far more good than bad. Still, with holiday revelry comes liquor, and I can't help feeling catastrophe is waiting for us. I'm startled when a mysterious stranger mistakes me for my dead mother, but it's the far-off expression on Dad's face that really frightens me.

Will the ghosts of a particular Christmas past threaten our chance for better days in 1938?