As we hunker down to our mugs of hot chocolate, or perhaps a stiff belt of tongue-rasping Canadian Rye, wrapped in blankets or huddling by the fire (some of us still don’t have electricity as of this writing), listening to the wind howl outside, I think the best Christmas gift I can share with my fellow Torontonians is a few pictures to remind us what it was like, oh, six months and an eternity ago. A different city. A different time. A different way of life. Not even Rob Ford could spoil it.…. Merry Christmas to one and all.
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