DECK THE HOLIDAY'S

   Under the watchful gaze of crumbling saints and baby-faced cherubs, you hurry down a path lined with mausoleums.  Eventually, you pass crops of headstones casting long, narrow shadows in the moonlight.  Each engraved with the epitaph of the dead person's life.  You run past sunken graves and dying flowers, hoping that the sound you hear is just the wind and you're trying to shake the feeling that something is following close behind you.    Maybe you've never taken a  midnight stroll through your local cemetery.  But if you have ever set foot in one, you've likely felt a hint of fear and uneasiness that is their legacy.  Maybe you were attending a funeral of someone dear and close to you, touring graveyards or simply fleeing things that go bump in the night.    Whatever your reason for strolling among the tombstones, you probably felt something noteworthy about the experience-something different from all the other spaces a...