“Federico and the Magi’s Gift” is subtitled, “A Latin American Christmas Story.” It is the fifth of January, and everyone has gathered to celebrate the end of the Christmas season. They are floating balloons up into the sky and laughing. But Federico isn’t laughing. He’s sitting on the porch, watching everyone else. His mind is on something else – it’s the twelfth night since Christmas, the night of Los Tres Reyes Magos, the three wise men. Tonight they would ride through the sky again as they had every year since Christ’s birth, and if Federico was careful, he might be … Continue reading →

Frances Rosalie Murphy was a little girl who lived on Mill Street. It was Christmas Eve, and she was waiting for St. Nicholas to come, but more immediately, she waited for her Uncle Ambrose. They couldn’t start the Christmas feast without him, and he hadn’t arrived yet. She waited at the window, but there was no sign of him. Every Christmas, he would tell her the story of Christ’s birth, bringing it to life with his beautiful voice. He told her of the angels that came to herald the newborn king, and she could almost see the angels in the … Continue reading →