A pair of high-spirited teenage girls scurried across a busy Manhattan intersection, braving the crowds and frosty weather to hit one more Fifth Avenue shop before closing time. I was a step behind them as they passed a Salvation Army Santa ringing his bell and a traffic cop in earmuffs.
“Merry Christmas!” one of the girls sang out to the policeman, who returned the greeting with a big smile and a wave.
Right away the mood changed.
“How can you say that?” the second girl admonished her friend. “I mean, what if he’s Jewish?'”
“Well, I don’t care, OK? I’m just sick of this ‘Happy holidays’ stuff.”Continue Reading on www.chicagotribune.com