The Orpheum Miracle
By Pat Henshaw
In early November, a new banner across the Orpheum Theater went up saying: Welcome to Christmas, the happiest time of the year. Coming soon.
Far as I could tell, Christmas was when children danced around like clowns on crack. Besotted parents cavorted around them like ninnies in a stupid race. And the rest of us stood back waiting for the inevitable explosion.
Despite how it started, Christmas had been morphed by the rich into a season of greed. It had nothing to do with whether a kid was good or bad, but how much money his folks had.
Take the kids I knew down at the shelter. s**t, they could be as good as little angels, and the best they’d ever get was someone’s cast-off pity. That wasn’t going to do them a damned bit of good when the holiday parade
