Wow! I flipped a few more pages, and I saw Santa’s black boots coming down the fireplace. On the page was Santa with his snow-white beard, in his red suit with fluffy white trim, sitting on his sleigh with a giant sack of toys. I was 5 years old.Īround that time, I remember reading a book about Christmas in our apartment. My uncle would put a lightbulb in an old Maxwell House coffee tin that would be my spotlight and I would jump up on the table and sing. There are two passions that have remained with me since I was a little girl growing up in Spanish Harlem: performing, specifically singing rock’n’roll onstage, and Christmas.
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