As Christmas approaches my mind is once again flooded with memories of childhood and the magic of the holiday season. I consider myself blessed that I grew up in both Manhattan and Detroit. In the early 60's, going to the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade was a yearly event. So was a visit to Rockefeller Center to see the huge Christmas tree. And how, I wondered, in downtown New York City, was Santa Claus on nearly every other corner? When we would visit family in Detroit for Christmas, I thought there was nothing more beautiful than the houses decorated with lights, especially after a Christmas snowfall. I was nine years old when we moved to Detroit for good in '67 and driving through neighborhoods during the holidays to marvel at the lights was always a treat. So was watching all of the Christmas cartoons, shows and movies. Listening to the radio, waiting to hear "The Christmas Song" by Nat King Cole and "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" by the Jackson Five. Marveling at the toy displays at the department stores. Not being able to sleep on Christmas Eve and getting to open one present that night before bed. And finally, waking up on Christmas morning to run downstairs and see what Santa had brought!
Happy Holidays to all!
By Syd Gaddy