How infinitely cozy it was years ago at home when the lights were lit in the big room, the kettle was whistling, the brown cakes and ginger nuts were on the table, and Father and we children were waiting there on the benches while over in the living room the Christmas table was being set. I still see the illuminated hallway, where we always looked out whenever the front door opened. And it seems to me that on that evening the hallway lamp burned particularly brightly, writes Theodor Storm on December 19, 1858, from Heiligenstadt to his parents in Husum. The poet's special relationship with Christmas is evident not only in his letters but also in his literary work. The most beautiful Christmas stories and poems by Storm are collected in this volume. The many color photos show Storm's places during the Christmas season.