Tired of seeing my dad squint to see the scores of his sports teams. Hence, I had my eye on a pair of gold earrings for my mom. Xmas shopping for all family and friends happens on Canal street. In the hopes that Uncle Steve was going to get a New York Giants sweatshirt and aunt Jenny would get a set of cookbooks. In a rented car and immediately started listing off the things we were going to buy. After he arrived, we pulled away from the house. We were going to make the two-hour drive to New York together. It was a Sunday morning, pacing around my apartment, waiting for my friend Devon to arrive.

To say nothing pulled out gifts for them for the holidays. By the same token our heart fills with joy at the thought of their faces. Not to mention they had no food in the kitchen cabinets, no heat coming from the furnace, and definitely less hope that things were ever going to get better. And headed for my apartment in Philadelphia. In addition, this was the excited of cashing my first real paycheck.

Wintry weather for Christmas day in New York! Now a college graduate who had landed her first “grown-up” job a Registered Nurse.Īnother Snowy day to remember in the Big Apple. The battle for a parking spot in the university parking lot. Besides Break for the Christmas Holiday No longer a slave to exams and early morning classes. Just another cold day again in Brooklyn, New York.Īs if the Noel spirit father Christmas is trying hard to penetrate the ice and having a tough time of it. The snow on the ground will be white and powdery or mushy and gray. The street lamps all wrapped in tinsel and the sounds of carols float from the speakers of department stores and gasoline stations. All you can sense is your fingers turning into icicles.

In the same fashion frosty makes it hard to think or focus. Most importantly, the child in you delights in watching your breath make clouds of steam that dissipate in the chilly air. As a matter of fact, It was gray and frigid outside. Jolly Christmas time was 1998 the best time of the year in New York City.

Warm Hearts by Patrice M. Foster