It's finally beginning to feel like Yule and Christmas. Lol, all we had to do was hear Karen Newman's "Christmas Eve on Woodward Avenue" and we were back in Detroit, snow, lights, the winter night setting the stage as it all stood out, just like the spirit of the season itself.
From Washington to Woodward, to Greektown, Campus Martius Park where the tree rests on top of the fountain and an ice rink went up from November to March, even a stroll along the River Front -- the lights of Windsor and Detroit mingling in the snow. That used to be our past time on winter nights: walking through the city we miss so dearly. It truly is a beautiful town and one we still call home, in not by address then in our hearts.
"Christmas Eve on Woodward Avenue" would be piped out along the streets as the radio played it and the season would last forever.
When I pulled up the link for the station's online feed, I waited the day away just to hear it once. It was worth it. So much so, we finally broke down and downloaded the tune. I played it for hubby while he got ready for work -- and we talked about 'home.'
Yes, it now feels like Christmas.
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