It was very, very cold. It snowed and it grew dark. It was the last evening of the year, New Year’s Eve. In the cold and dark a poor little girl, with bare head and bare feet, was walking through the streets. When she left her own house she certainly had had slippers on, but […]

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could, and […]

Take twelve fine, full-grown months; see that these are thoroughly free from old memories of bitterness, rancor and hate, cleanse them completely from every clinging spite; pick off all specks of pettiness and littleness; in short, see that these months are freed from all the past—have them fresh and clean as when they first came […]

Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time.  ~Laura Ingalls Wilder Melanie Hack Author of Who Killed My Sister, My friend Read an excerpt now TV Shows and Clips about the Death of Cindy James

I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.  ~Charles Dickens Melanie Hack Author of Who Killed My Sister, My friend Read an excerpt now TV Shows and Clips about the Death of Cindy James

Editorial Page, New York Sun, 1897 Editor: Francis P. Church We take pleasure in answering thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our great gratification that its faithful author is numbered among the friends of The Sun:     Dear Editor—         I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends     […]

I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men! ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Melanie Hack Author of Who Killed My Sister, My friend Read an excerpt now TV Shows and Clips about the Death of Cindy James

Paul received an automobile from his brother as a Christmas present. On Christmas Eve when Paul came out of his office, a street urchin was walking around the shiny new car, admiring it. “Is this your car, Mister?” he asked. Paul nodded. “My brother gave it to me for Christmas.” The boy was astounded. “You […]

Suddenly in the still of the freezing night on Christmas Eve in the trenches in Flanders fields in 1914, a young German voice began singing, “Stille Nacht [Silent Night].” Soon, one by one, each German voice joined in harmony.  As soon as they were finished there was a reverent pause. Then from across the trenches […]

On Christmas Eve, a young boy with light in his eyes, Looked deep into Santa’s, to Santa’s surprise, And said as he nestled on Santa’s broad knee, “I want your secret, tell it to me.” He leaned up & whispered in Santa’s good ear, “How do you do it, year after year?” “I want to […]