The Christmas of my childhood was filled with magic. If there were any Christmas decorations in the public square I can’t recall them. I do remember, however, the door between my grandparents’ kitchen and the living room. About a week before Christmas it closed and stayed shut until Christmas Eve.
That evening, after a week of growing anticipation, and after the last bite of carp and boiled potatoes, the little bell rang. It came from behind the door. In concert, a traditional German Christmas carol permitted me to open the door.[Read more…] about The beautiful magic happens behind closed doors.