A white Christmas … turned black

One of my favorite Christmas memories is the year a white Christmas turned black.
It all started out on Christmas Eve day in Reese Park, a square-block sized park plunked in the middle of our Chicago neighborhood. I tagged along with my two older brothers to go ice skating in the park that was flooded each year to create a sort of ice rink. While my brothers played hockey, I was left to work out the rudiments of ice skating on my own. Being only five or so years old, that wasn’t easy.
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