Around the Breakfast Table Discussions

It was the morning after Christmas.  All during the night the snow had fallen, so that a deep, warm blanket of white covered the earth.  The roads were blocked and no traffic was noticeable on the highway running into the small town where the village minister dwelt in the comfortable manse beside the church.  On this particular morning there was not the usual hustling of the children to be on time at school.  There was the lull in the atmosphere which is present after the tension of busy...