So it's our first Christmas season in our neighborhood, and the most magical thing is happening. Overnight, small enclaves of Christmas tree vendors have appeared on a number of streets. They've got small trees, tabletop size, perfect for small New York apartments. They've got large trees, for the wealthy and rent controlled who have large apartments. And wreaths and garland for the festive who don't want to commit to an arboreal display. I LOVE walking by and inhaling the scent of pine; it's the smell of Christmas really.
On Sunday, it's supposed to snow, and I'm planning to pull a "When Harry Met Sally" move.
NOOO! Not that one! Dirty mind.
I plan to recreate the scene where she drags the Christmas tree down the block in the snow. In fact, I'm waiting UNTIL it snows, just to be more festive.
Then, The Boy and Lady Lawhorn are going to help me trim the tree, and I'm going to make wassail and christmas cookies. Jealous?
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Definitely. We went to Dickens on the Strand on Saturday and it was 73 degrees. Not exactly Christmas weather... Enjoy your snow and tree!
Hmmm. Your forecast calls for a low of 23° and a "wintry mix" of precipitation on Sunday... Enjoy!
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