Our neighborhood here in Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn, is an over-the-top holiday kind of place. Giant Snoopy’s, enormous snowmen, singing reindeer — the works. Raising our families in these shoulder-to-shoulder houses and narrow streets, we’re usually ready to celebrate at any excuse. But this year, for the first time in my 28 Christmas holidays in Brooklyn, it has been impossible to put aside sadness. Sandy Hook is here and everywhere.
And so I join my neighbors in praying that you sleep in peace, Charlotte, David, Olivia, Josephine, Ana, Dylan, Madeleine, Catherine, Chase, Jesse, James, Grace, Emilie, Jack, Noah, Caroline, Jessica, Avielle, Benjamin and Rachel, Dawn, Nancy, Anne Marie, Lauren, Mary, and Victoria.