Richard Carlson opened an old Bible inherited from his grandmother, Hildur Carlson. As he flipped through it, two decorative crosses fell from its pages onto the floor. One celebrated the message of Christmas and was decorated with green holly and red berries. It bore the words: “Glory to God in the Highest....

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I know a man, now in his seventies, who is still embarrassed about something he did at Christmastime when he was around seven years old. Every Christmas his small town’s newspaper invited children to write a letter to Santa Claus and mail it to the paper....

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