I’ll Be Home For Christmas
By FR. MICHAEL P. ORSI The winter of 1989 was my first away from St. Paul, Stone Harbor, NJ, in seven years. I was studying at Fordham University, in Manhattan. As the air began to become crisp in The Big Apple around October, I thought that there would be nothing more exciting than celebrating Christmas in the city. Around Thanksgiving, I found myself repeatedly humming Bing Crosby’s Silver Bells: “Silver bells, silver bells / It’s Christmas time in the city / Ring-a-ling, (ring-a-ling) hear them ring (ting-a-ling) / Soon it will be Christmas day.” The big tree in Rockefeller Center, the smell of the cut spruce for sale along the sidewalks, the spectacular decorations in the store windows, and the…Continue Reading