Mid-afternoon on Christmas Eve in downtown Bloomington was pretty quiet. It did not feel much like the traditional holiday season in southern Indiana.
Because Christmas Eve fell on a Sunday, some shops and restaurants were closed that might have otherwise been open for business. Temperatures in the mid-60s did not help matters.
The sidewalks were empty. Just three lonesome cars were parked on 6th Street in the block between Walnut and Washington.
The day was unfolding just about as expected.
Then the quiet was broken. The booming voice of a trombone echoed off the historic brick facades of the buildings near the courthouse square.
Now filling the air was some kind of elaborate jazz improvisation—not exactly traditional Christmas tunes.
But wait.
Underlying the embellished phrasing, even to an untrained ear, was the unmistakable melody of “Frosty the Snowman.” Continue reading “Column | Sliding into the holidays: Expectations for Christmas Eve blown away”