Prancer Movie, This year marks the 20th anniversary of the first in a long series of Christmas stories. On Christmas Eve 1989, I decided that instead of a brief homily at the Christmas Eve candle service was going to write a story. The idea came when we took our daughter and a friend to see the movie Prancer. One line I jumped on the baby Jesus from nativity school was lost. I thought, “A Lost Jesus” and a story began.

Come Christmas Eve of that year I took a stool in the center of the chapel, while the congregation looked at me as if I had lost my mind. She gave me some brief introduction about this being my Christmas present to them, sat down and told the story. I skipped the next year and then wrote another in 1991 – and did not stop. It became a Christmas tradition. Even members not mentioned it to me recently, while returning from a funeral.