In December 1950, I took an extra job at the only department store in Wakefield, Mich. I worked there two evenings a week after my regular office employment. The store sounded with carols, and merchandise shone under store lights. Christmas contentment soaked into me as I waited on shoppers. Gladness welled as little ladies bought cuddly stuffed angels for grandchildren.
“My Christm...
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