To the Editor:

Every year around Dec. 15 I take time to replay an old Christmas tape – in my mind’s eye, of course. It stirs up warm, fuzzy, fun feelings of happy holidays shared at Grandma’s house when I was a child.

We didn’t go “over the river, through the woods in a one-horse open sleigh.” No, we went over the highways and through the towns in a Ford Model A. The hour’s drive felt like forever. I know my sister and I bugged Dad with our “Are we there yet?” questioning from the back seat.

December 9, 2020