Once upon a time, there was a boy who was getting nothing for Christmas. He and his brother, who was also getting nothing, knew this because their mother had told them. “I am so sorry,” she said. “I ...
I am a symbol of Christmas. I am the Christmas tree ... I smiled with pride when the little girl said the smell of my cold plastic needles in a cardboard box was the scent of Christmas to her — take ...
WEYMOUTH − When the front desk concierge called 91-year-old runner Larry Cole in his third-floor apartment at Fairing Way retirement community last week, he imagined that the refrigerated box waiting ...