...when the spirits need some lifting, a little magic happens.
I was walking home when I saw it--the tree. Yes, the tree. That tree. The tree we wait for all year long. It was wrapped in a blanket, perched on a truck, and as it slowly crawled along Broadway, led and followed by faithful police escorts, I thought...I'm so lucky to live in New York. I might never again see the rather subdued procession of this famed tree, but for one fleeting moment tonight, as it rolled by, not only did I get to see it, but I watched with the wonder of a child who knows that Christmas is just around the corner.
That being said, let's give Thanksgiving its due share. I can't wait. I'm counting down the days 'till I head to Colorado and into all out familial heaven!