From the Pulitzer Prize-winning humorist comes one of the funniest, warmest, most delightful Christmas stories ever. My name is Doug Barnes, and this stuff happened on Christmas Eve in my town, which is Asquont, New York. The year is 1960, and, as it is every year, the Christmas pageant at St. John"s Episcopal Church, directed by Mrs. Elkins-who used to be in The Theater in New York, and who is tall and skinny, with hair the color of the orange part of a candy corn-is a very big deal. Doug is a shepherd this year, which is better than being a Three King, because, for one thing, you get to carry a stick. But there are problems everywhere: His fellow shepherds are hacking around, which makes Mrs. Elkins yell at all of them; the girl he likes is playing Mary opposite a Joseph who is depressingly smart and athletic and cute; the family dog is doing very poorly, and they have no idea what they"re going to tell Doug"s little sister Becky, who"s playing one of the Host of Angels and...