The Christmas Tree

Sarah went hot and cold with excitement as she followed Aunt Nettie into the parlor. And there it was, just as beautiful as last year – a fir tree, nearly reaching the ceiling, set up in the corner. Sarah looked again. Yes, there they were – tiny candles, clipped to every branch. “Here, Sarah,” Aunt……

Ever Burning Lamp

At home, there were such customs. At table we always kept one place free. This was for the friend, the relative, the poor man, or any passer-by who would cross our threshold at meal time. In this way he would know he was expected, his place was already prepared and his presence welcome. At night,……