Tomorrow I’ll post the last Sleeper Ave. story for the year, about my worst ever Christmas. Fortunately for me, it happened early in my life, and most Christmases since have been happy occasions which I have been blessed over the years to share with non-Jewish friends. Still, that particular incident must have been hugely traumatic for me to remember it all these years later.
I can laugh about it now, but I was miserable for days afterward. Actually, it amused my parents immensely, because what I did was so much in character, and ultimately harmless. But tell that to a deeply embarrassed seven-year-old, whose classmates were only too happy to remind him of it whenever they had the chance.
As usual, it involved my failed relationship with music. I will say no more. You can read the tragic tale tomorrow.
After the holidays I’ll be hard at work putting together the book collection of Sleeper Ave. stories. Hopefully it will be finished and available soon, sometime after the first of the year. I’ll fill you in on my progress in the coming weeks.
Merry Christmas to all, and have a wonderful New Year.