Nick Norman and Santa Claus

Broadway's My Beat, from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the godiest, the most violent, the lonesome-est mile in the world. Broadway's My Beat, with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. Broadway.

On Christmas Eve, Broadway's natives dance their Christmas dance to the music of Carol's flowing out of tinsel loudspeakers. The kids mash their noses against plate glass, lick it, and watch the mechanical plow in the mechanized tour army, the Tin Man dancing at Jig and the Tin Box, and the riser, dark with desire and hunger. They make a wish on a neon star. That's how it is on Christmas

Eve, on Broadway. My Beat. On the morning of the day before Christmas, creatures are stirring at police headquarters. There's the patter of tired feet and the sound of manly giggles as little gifts are hidden and desk drawers are poured into Dixie cops or slipped under the police blotted.

And in my office there's a kid I knew, name of Marty Wettnick. Danny, I don't like the Disturbiot, this unmentionable hour. Dan a clock in the morning, unmentionable? You kidding? Sleep is not yet fled from my starry eyes.

What makes me bounce my pillow at an hour, which is for the squares, is a problem. What's your problem, Marty? Am I a ram I not the child president of your branch of the police athletic league?

You are? So I promise my constituency of fellow former delinquents a sandy clause for Christmas. the problem what are you gonna give with a sandy cloth don't laugh and a form of the link when shouldn't be disillusioned could make him a neurotic so i repeat on behalf of my constituents where is sandy cloth you'll be here in