With Christmas around the corner, I searched for a relevant subject for this column. I stumbled upon an old one I wrote in my Jan. 7 column, which was personal and one that I wanted to highlight again. I wrote: “Although I am not a Christian, I must admit that Christmas is my favorite holiday. It began years ago when I was 5 and my sister and I lived in an orphanage for Jewish children, during the Depression, on the South Side of Chicago.“Back then, every year, a group of businessmen on 63rd Street would come and take all …