As a child, I loved stories. One memorable story said that every Christmas Eve at midnight all animals in the barn would kneel by a manger to worship Jesus. Being a bit skeptical, I never asked my parents about the possibility, but I always wondered about the truth of it.
Sacred spaces on Christmas Eve
Sisters Bonnie, left, and Ramona Sivertsen hold hands on the farm they grew up on in 1943. The farm a half mile south of Miller, S.D., is still owned by their brother David. “You can tell by the photo that those war years were economically tough, but still a good time to grow up surrounded by loving family and friends,” Ramona said.





