Counting Your Blessings

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My mother and sister came out to the city for their annual Christmas-time visit.  We had breakfast and then walked around Times Square a bit.  Toys-R-Us made it on our itinerary.  My mother wanted to ride the ferris wheel.  There we were, three grown adults waiting to get on the ride.  I wanted to get the Scooby-Doo Mystery Van to ride in.   My sister quipped that she hoped we’d get the My Little Pony car.  We lucked out with Monopoly: something gender neutral.  The ride was actually a nice time.   My mother never rode on rides with us as children.  She never cared for them.

Just before riding the ferris wheel we saw the Broadway musical Irving Berlin’s White Christmas.  I had suggested they see a show at the theatre where I’ve been ushering.  But my mother wanted to see a holiday show. Typically in years past we saw the Christmas show at Radio City Music Hall, partly because it’s a decent show but mostly because it was very close to the office of my former law firm.  After  two years in a row we tired of it, however.  Last year we saw the Chinese New Year show instead—after the holidays, of course.  But this year the only holiday show we knew of was White Christmas.