Source: The Independent

December 20, 2012 | 06:27 PM

What beautiful Proustian memories. Leaving a glass of wine for Santa reminded me of the Jewish tradition of leaving the door open for Elijah on Passover. I remember Christmas Day, 1962, when my father took my brother and me to see "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?" The gentile kid next door couldn't believe it! Love your column.

Gail Klein