And Suddenly, It Is Christmas

A few Christmas stories I have told before that bear retelling, plus a new one. • My earliest memory of Christmas is from more than a half half-century ago. We always spent Christmas Eve at my maternal grandparents’ home in Hopkinton, New Hampshire. The tiny house, built by my grandfather, was filled with cousins bedded down most everywhere. I was lying in my grandparents’ bed, looking out the window, which was narrow and near the ceiling, so you could see the stars if you were on your back looking up and out. I saw Santa Claus streaking across the night sky and realized I had better...

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