An aside.

New Yorker's are a tough lot.

Here we are. Year's later. Still tough. Still resilient. Still accepting and loving.

I worked there. Ten years. Best of my life. Lived. Commuted.

Best days as a commuter are the day before Thanksgiving and the last working day before Christmas. Hustle. Bustle. Packages. Happy. Escape. Joyous. Busy. Giddy. Rush. Bust. Gush. Lush.

And too soon over. But...New Yorkers , who a mere six years ago, suffered destruction....

Survive, and enjoy. And thumb their noses, with a resounding Bronx Cheer, and tell those who harm us, "Fuggedaboutit." Not with an exclamation point, but a period. Because we can shout, but now we won't. We'll just deal with it. You don't understand the New York resolve. But you will. Any doubt? Check out Billy Joel.

God, I love New York, and miss you so.

Tomorrow, it's my Miracle on 34th Street. And, I'll be there. Every year. Like you. It's my commitment to America, and in turn, New York.

You stayed. Me too.

And here's a blessing. And a "Thank You" to New York.

Merry Christmas and Peace on Earth.