A New York City Christmas

My first Christmas in the city!  I don't think I've ever been more excited about Christmas, to be honest. But then again it's difficult to really have a say when there are Christmas stores with millions of lights in the window every other block or when there are guys camped out in front of my bank selling trees for the next week or so. AND the fact that I walked past one of those decked out stores the other day and got smacked in the face with a wall of BRILLIANT smelling chocolate. That may have been my favorite. It was definitely my favorite.

Yesterday marked the annual Rockefeller Tree Lighting Ceremony. I didn't care all too much for seeing the concerts and that fluff, but I decided I should check out the tree and what the fuss was all about. Fuss is a loose term, especially considering the protests this year which really closed things down early. I made my way over to 49th and 5th at around 8:30, right before the official lighting. After some elbowing and shoving my way through (which I later made up for by letting others go in front of me/taking pictures of some tourists because I'm all about that balance people, all about it) I finally saw the damn thing. Snapped a few shots and decided that the trouble, in alignment with my determination, was worth it. I don't think I would go on the day of the Lighting Ceremony again, but I'm pleased that I was able to cross the experience off my list. Got a pretty decent picture as well, if I may say so myself.

Merry friggin' Christmas, ya filthy animals.