One of my favorite Christmas stories goes this way. A few years back I was at the wake of a neighbor with my father. We struck up a conversation with another neighbor who, like my father, fought in World War II. I can’t remember why, but the neighbor said the most beautiful mass he ever attended was Christmas Eve in Heidelberg, Germany, 1945. My father matter of factly replied, “I was in the choir.” Somehow, I wasn’t surprised. Here’s the rest of the story, though. My father was lucky to be in the choir that night because on December 25, … Continue reading Christmas Memories