Throughout my life I have always experienced the joys of Christmas. But once, many years ago, in order to keep that string of joyous Christmases intact, there had to be a miracle. Throughout my life I have always experienced the joys of Christmas. No Dickensesque Christmas replete with coals in my stocking for me. They’ve all been Christmases of familial congeniality, caroling, and midnight Mass. But once, many years ago, in order to keep that string of joyous Christmases intact, there had to be a miracle. It was 1958 and I was twelve years old. My brother, Jim, was four...