An unexpected holiday tradition cut its way into my family in 1978. That was the year that my grandmother shared our Christmas knife with my mother. Yes. A designated-veteran knife...

Snow falls On Christmas Eve Like a thousand silent doves Wafting toward the surety Of rebirth, Anxious to dust A churchside creche With the distillation Of its frozen tears, To...

Make new friends, but keep the old, one is silver, the other is gold. This concept is no secret to most of us. Such are the friends at one Christmas...

When I was 9 years old (December 1963), our class was asked to write a Christmas poem. I remember this poem well, as my parents printed inserts that were included...

Father O’Malley was standing outside of his slightly rundown church, shaking his head as he peered up at the stained-glass windows, wondering how he ever got into this predicament. He...

It was the winter in the year of 1914,the first war was raging, like nothing we’ve seen.Men fighting men on a much larger scale,But in the midst of it all...