1. _The Christmas Angel's: Dost thou remember?_

I WAS sitting in my study. Darkness was gathering, and it was Christmas

Eve. Then it was as though a kind and soothing voice whispered into my

ear: Dost thou remember Christmas Eve at home?

Do I?--Indeed, I remember it as it were but yesterday. I remember so

plainly how we, all finely dressed, gathered at the long table. There

father was sitting at one end reading aloud from the old hymn book

while we all listened, our hands folded.

At the other end of the table grandmother was sitting, and I next to

her, for I was "Grandma's boy." The old brass spectacles were sitting

astride the very tip of her nose so that I could not quite grasp

whether she peered through them or merely glanced above them.

When father had finished reading, grandmother spoke up--she wanted us

to sing now this Christmas carol, now that; she had sung on Christmas

Eve for so many, many years that she could lead us in singing them. Her

voice--well, it was old, for she was past eighty, but if you say it

wasn't fine, then you surely are no good as a judge of grandmother's

voice.

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Mother--do I remember her? Indeed, I never forget her. Gentle and quiet

she sat at the table, slightly pale, her cheeks somewhat haggard. Her

mother-eye wandered from one to the other, resting on each of us with

a wealth of love. It was a strange look that came from those eyes

surrounded by dark edges--it was so filled with love and wistfulness.

Then came that Christmas when her chair stood vacant. O, yes, I

remember her so plainly. It was quite near Christmas when she closed

her eyes, and her last words to us were: "_Follow Jesus!_"

Yes, I remember it all, but--O, wait just a little--it was only

that--if tonight you visit those dear ones at home, tell them then that

I remember it all. And tell them that we also--despite the struggle

for money and the increasing lack of veneration for ancient Christian

festivals--tell them that we also celebrate Christmas both in our home

and in the church.

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Thus I sent my Christmas greetings carried on the wings of the angel.

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