Christmas 1945: The Biggest Celebration of Christmas Ever

Christmas 1945: The Biggest Celebration of Christmas Ever

As peace broke out in 1945 a literal race began to get the world at war back home for Christmas. Historians have called the Christmas of 1945 the biggest celebration of Christmas ever. In the below edition of the Merry Little Podcast we discuss how the years of 1941-1944 changed Christmas. It was an unprecedented period of Christmas withheld. Families separated for the first time in generations as many sent their sons and daughters off to fight a war in far-flung parts of the globe. They went not knowing when – if ever – they would return. (Many did not).Read more

The Gift of Meeting My Father

The Gift of Meeting My Father

Editors Note: This Christmas memory was shared with us willingly but the author of this story has asked that we keep her name confidential. Thus, the names in the story below have been changed. I was adopted 51 years ago. It was my fortunate lot to be given to a family who loved me. My parents, who could not bear children, were thrilled when they adopted me. I wanted for nothing. I have known nothing but love all the days of my life. When I learned at about age 7 that I was adopted it created a hole in meRead more

Five Ways to a Meaningful Christmas

Five Ways to a Meaningful Christmas

I lost my husband on September 11th, 2001 – that awful day etched in the memory of millions. He was there. Then he was gone. No goodbye. That first Christmas without him was as dark and empty as could be. There was no cheer, no celebration, no light to speak of for me. It was a dark, sad time. Christmas had always been special before. Each year we would fill our calendar and our home with the brightness of the season. We had music and food and decorations. We did everything that you probably do – except celebrate it right.Read more

Jacob Marley and Me

Jacob Marley and Me

(Editors Note: This guest blogger wishes to remain anonymous. Over a period of three weeks of July 2017 I met with her by phone as she told me her story and explained how she wanted it told. It has been through many revisions. This is a true story, difficult in parts to read. But at the same time it is one of the most profound Christmas stories I have ever had related to me.) “Marley was dead to begin with…” So wrote Charles Dickens to begin telling his story, A Christmas Carol. I identify a lot with Marley. And comeRead more

Neptune, the Smiling Christmas Mutt

Neptune, the Smiling Christmas Mutt

By Tad Archer This is a submission from our Christmas in July event for guest blogging on My Merry Christmas. Tad chose the topic “The Christmas I Remember Best” as the theme for his blog post. To participate, please see this link. Mutt is a horrible name for a dog. But that was what we first named the scraggly looking thing because that’s what he was – a medium sized, wired-haired, brown-eyed, dirty dog. Little did I know that this dog would become the Christmas Mutt. He had followed us all the way from the school. We were walking homeRead more

Heart of the Servant Santa

Heart of the Servant Santa

Mrs. Claus’ eyes were full of tears by the time I arrived at the hospital. Santa stood there stunned, as if hit with unbelievable news. “What is it?” I asked. Ryan had just hours to live. Santa and Mrs. Claus had met the boy just months previous but it was only within the past few days that things seriously took a decline and hope was lost. These are the calls Santa hates to take. How do you present the hope and love and brightness of Santa Claus to a dying child? “Why am I here?” I asked, nearly sucking inRead more

Secrets of the Servant Santa

Secrets of the Servant Santa

“I recognize that suit,” I said nonchalantly at the dry cleaner as I was doing business. There, on a hanger and freshly bagged, was Santa’s suit. Her eye brows lowered and she looked at me suspiciously. “How do you know that suit?” she asked. “Well it belongs to Santa,” I said. “Everyone knows that.” She relaxed a bit and smiled. “But not everyone knows this Santa,” she sighed. “Well I do,” I said. She put down her pen. She stared at me. “C’mere,” she said, pointing for me to follow her to an office. “You know who Santa is?” sheRead more