Black and White and Read All Over: You’re never too old …

“It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, everywhere you go....” When I was about five or six years old, I loved that song. I loved it because I knew time was drawing near for the big guy in the red suit to bring me presents, even though I could never figure out how he would get in without a chimney. Will he come in the door? If it’s locked, how will he get it open? Will he come through a…