Those Gifts of Christmas That Keep On Giving
In 1968, when I was about six years old, on a wintry Christmas Eve, my father was driving my five siblings and I home from an adventure in the City of Detroit. He was a doctor at Detroit Memorial Hospital. And, to cheer up some of his patients, who would remain in the hospital over Christmas, he paraded the six of us into their rooms to sing Christmas carols. They seemed to appreciate the efforts of this version of the “Von Trapp Family.” After the hospital tour, he took us for dinner at Joe Muers Seafood Restaurant. It was the
