That’s right – Cleveland.
My son & I are lobbying the family to consider spending next Christmas in Cleveland – Cleveland, home of A Christmas Story – there’s actually a museum.
And, Ben points out, we will absolutely have to eat our Christmas dinner in a Chinese restaurant.
Does life imitate art? You be the judge – if you catch a family of very silly people laughing a lot in a Chinese restaurant somewhere in Cleveland who aren’t Jewish next Christmas, you’ll know it’s us. Come and join in or just keep walking – either way, we’re good.
Oh, how easy it is to forget the joy of childish things.
Thank you Advent, for reminding me that the joy I await can be silly as well as serious, light-hearted as well as fraught with meaning, and filled to the very brim with the laughter of anticipation.
So look out, Cleveland – we are coming! Count on it!