Joy to the world! Let the carols begin! For the first 11 months of the year a routine life I lead But when I first hear a Christmas carol I...

I have the most beautiful Christmas story. I was adopted in 1953. My life was wonderful; my adoptive parents are who I call mine. I always wondered who do I...

This Christmas memory is from my friend Yvonne who was born and raised in the East End of London. Before the war dad’s family owned a shop, they did decorating,...

The late November day was gloomy, gray and cold as we crossed the causeway to Sea Isle City every inch of the car bursting with the last items from our...

Christmas 1942 was a struggle with 14 children, as was every day. Our dad was a hard worker and wanted to supply his family’s needs. I remember a gift he...

Whimsey loved her mother dearly, and no less beloved was she. Plainly and poorly they did live in a cottage of straw and stone, without neighbor to be seen. When...