The Saturday Evening Post

Christmas Fire

As dusk begins to move through the snowy woods surrounding the old Vermont church, I carefully guide my car off the road and into the clearing where the building has nestled for almost 200 years.

Originally built by a group of Quaker farmers, the church is simple — a white, two-story clapboard building with tall, many-paned windows that

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