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I couldn’t find the item. I left. No joy to the cash register from me. Christmas morning 2019, I walked into the kitchen and turned on the radio to a CBC Saskatchewan station. What did I hear? “Here Comes the Sun.” Yes, sun. With all due respect to the musical talent of The Beatles, I nevertheless turned off the radio. About the second week of Advent 2020, I heard a radio announcer say, “If you’re tired of Christmas music ...” What Christmas music? All I’d heard were so-called country and western with performers using a redneck Texan language. “Mah wahf and ah ain’t gunn...

'Twas the Night Before a Genealogist's Christmas ...  I received this parody of Clement Moore's masterpiece via email back in the mid-1990's, the author is unknown to me. Kimberly Powell had it on her website for years but I cannot find it now. 'Twas the night before Christmas When all through the house Not a creature was stirring, Not even my spouse. With pedigree charts and with letters which said... "Too bad about the data for which you wrote; Sank in a storm on an ill-fated boat." Stacks of old copies of wills and such Were proof that my work had become too much.

Merry Christmas: T’was the Night before Christmas Clarksville, TN – Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house; Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap— A Visit from Saint Nicholas When out on the lawn there rose such a clatter,

Virginia O’Hanlon, 8, wrote a letter to the editor of New York’s Sun, and the response was printed as an editorial Sept. 21, 1897. The work of Francis Pharcellus Church

Santa Claus, the jolly, portly fellow dressed in fur-trimmed crimson clothes and sporting the long white beard, is unique to America. Other cultures have a long history of gift-bringers, but Santa in the United States has a special identity, the result of melding religious symbolism, Old World lore, and Dutch folktales. And, of course, he also requires more than a dash of whimsy. That was supplied by a talented storyteller, was enhanced by an unlikely poet, and was made visible by a couple of artists, all working independently. Let us contemplate that, and if afterward you remain a skeptic wh...