Like "Scrooge" in the story by Charles Dickens, I was walking the streets of Chicago once again. Unhappy as usual. Passing a public school I heard what sounded like Christmas music. The air was filled with the joyful sounds of an orchestra.
Being a dark and cold night, I elected to enter the school, if for no other reason, but to seek a little warmth. Even myself, with a heart of stone was overcome with what beheld me. Happy people. Voices raised singing beautiful Christmas Carols. Is this Chicago? Is this a dream? Little children excited at the sight of Santa and his helper. Thinking this could not be "real", I undertook to take a few pictures with my ever present camera. If this was to be a dream, at least I would perhaps have some pictures to preserve the moment.
