Stephen Elliott explores Christmas in yesterday’s New York Times. Here’s an excerpt.
In the group homes, holidays weren’t so bad because we teenagers were all in the same parentless boat. Depending on the home, we would be given presents and there would be a nice meal. Volunteers would take us ice skating or bowling or something like that.
It was when I became a nominal adult, a student at the University of Illinois in Urbana-Champaign, that I began to understand my predicament.
Winter break would come; the students scattered; the dorms closed. And I had to figure out where to go.