My Favorite LA Christmas Memory

Due to work and travel schedules, I found myself alone on Christmas here in Los Angeles about ten years ago. I liked the solitude but was glad to be going to a friends for Christmas brunch. Christmas day was one of those Santa Ana days, calm clear skies and 80 degrees. As I walked to my car, the streets and sidewalks had that holiday-empty feel except for a boy about 8 or 9 years old cruising down the sidewalk on brand new roller blades. As he got near me I said, all excited for him, “Hey, did Santa bring you those for Christmas?” As he passed me he yelled “I’M JEWISH!”

Sorry dude.

Merry Christmas.