Republished from the Dec. 25, 1945, issue of the Minneapolis Star-Journal.
Every adult feels closer to his own childhood at Christmas. The old customs prevail. The foods are the same that grandma and mother spread on the holiday table. The long preparations beforehand are so steeped in tradition that the days culminating in Christmas surreptitiously lead one back along the years to a time when the world seemed much more secure. Clement Moore gave the essence of that feeling in his beloved verse:
"The children were nestled
All snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums
Danced in their heads."
Now, surely, there is a change from all that. Atomic energy lies waiting to blow us all to eternity if mankind makes a false move. Statesmen have talked of war to end war, yet weapons have become more destructive, suspicions fill many minds, and the commandments of the Old Testament and the teachings of Christ are flouted all around:
Is security then a will-o'-the-wisp and the Christmas message of peace and goodwill a mockery?