December 17

Our taxi made about two blocks in fifteen minutes that Christmas season. “This traffic is terrible,” my companion growled. “It draws off what little Christmas spirit I’ve got.” My other companion was more philosophical, “It sure is something,” he mused, “really something. Just think of it. A baby born more than nineteen hundred years ago, over five thousand miles away, causes a traffic jam on Fifth Avenue. Yep, that sure is something!”