is a three-year-old named Max.
Overheard today in the lobby: the greatest holiday song I've ever heard, delivered in crystal-clear boy-alto. It goes a little like a-this:
I had a little dreidl
I made it out of snow
I hammered it together
And stuck it in the oven
Bravo, Max. Bravissimo.
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