Today, on the actual Feast of Saint Nicholas, bishop of Myra, I played his part in church, with a bishop's miter on my head.
I gave out Hannukah geldt to kids, wide-eyed.
It was fun. I hammed it up without saying a word.
Tell me, how did this feast honoring someone who helped the poor become what it has become?
How?
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