A Rockefeller Center tree on its way to holiday glory.

A Christmas Tale You’ve Never Heard

My grandparents had a neighbor named Anna Lanza. She was lonely because her husband worked evenings as a waiter at Sardis in Times Square. He was home late. She was so lonely, in fact, that on some evenings, she turned on her radio and danced around her apartment with a broom. My father watched from across the alley.

One Christmas Eve about 9 p.m., Anna showed up at my father’s apartment with a ragged…