Rita and Bob had no way of knowing—as their young family ventured through the city, marveled at the holiday windows and lights, shopped for gifts, lunched at the Adams House, visited Santa, sang along with carolers, and adored the Prince of Peace at home on the Common—that a cherished, sustaining, never-to-be-forgotten, childhood memory was in the making. O holy night, the stars are brightly shining … and the soul felt its worth.
