O Come, O Come, Emmanuel

I couldn’t get the song out of my head. It haunted me as I walked the mountain road this past week—huffing the final incline up our driveway—and while driving to and from a joyful Thanksgiving with family. O come, O come, Emmanuel, And ransom captive Israel, That...

O Little Town of Bethlehem

I stood among the angels dressed for the Kindergarten Christmas Pageant. Unlike me, my fellow angels had drums and triangles. My frown—more like a pout—expressed disappointment and covetousness. I wanted the gifts my classmates had been given. Like the other mothers,...

Aunt Louise

Late afternoon on Christmas Eve, some years ago, my mother looked out the front window of her New England home into fading light and snow. “Maybe your Aunt Louise’s package won’t make it this year,” she said. No, we assured our mother and grandmother, the package will...