Entries by Jeff Westover

Christmas Baby

By Pat Veretto Clouds have a unique color when they’re carrying snow over the Rockies. From the plains you can watch a snow storm wandering around the face of a mountain, slipping into the folds of valleys, running its fingers through the evergreen forest and bumping down rocky slopes. This day, two days before Christmas, […]

Our Anonymous Christmas Angel

By Stella Whitlock The weather in late December 1958 stayed chilly and gray, and once the other seminary students deserted campus for the holiday break, the maintenance staff turned down the heat. Our tiny married students’ apartment was so cold I could see my own white breath. My husband Whit and I weren’t going anywhere […]

My Christmas of 1947

By Salvatore Buttaci When I remember all the long-gone Christmases of my youth, one in particular stands out vividly in my memory. Oh, there were a few unforgettable ones, like in 1948 when I was seven and Santa brought me a red and black cowboy suit that made me think I looked like the western […]

Jingle Bell

By Clare Moore “Clare, are you almost ready?” Mom said. My family and I were going to the church service on Christmas Eve. We go every year. I was so excited because we get to sing my favorite song, Silent Night, in church at the end of the service with the bright gorgeous lit candles. […]

Mrs. Christmas

By Susan Howe I didn’t know it until the year she passed away, but my Grandmother held the secret of Christmas. As a child, we would drive the 30 minutes west to her small spanish-style home on a small park in San Diego, past dairy land and open spaces unheard of today in over-developed Southern […]

Emily’s Highest Bough

By Charles Delaney The great window of the library’s Victorian-styled reading room overlooked the town center and served as the perfect backdrop for Mistletoe Memories. The Naugatuck Reader’s Theater holiday production was set to commence as a light snow began to glaze the peaceful Town Green across the street. The festively adorned audience of a […]

Ryan’s Prayer

By Beatrice Hayes-Klein I grew up in a home without Christmas or religion. My father was raised a Methodist and my mother was a practicing Catholic early in their marriage. Frequent house moves and a life filled with other priorities kind of kept religion on the back burner in our home. It may not have […]

The Angel Twin

By Christina Vance It was small for an ornament, maybe a little more than 2 inches in length. Its ivory color made it blend with whatever the overall color-scheme was for the tree. It was always the last decoration put on the tree and my mother always made a production about giving it a place […]