in my family we have a strict no-christmas-before-thanksgiving policy that we adhere to on fear of death. one of my silliest and most favorite memories of family thanksgivings at home is when that last helping of mom's crazy jello concoction has been finished and dad stands up grandly from the dinner table and moseys over to the stereo to start up winterlude, this album he randomly found one year of little piano renditions of classic christmas songs. it's a very lovely album, but because i've never heard it played anywhere else ever it sort of belongs squarely to my father. so every year he plays that album before the table's even been cleared, and it's like the starting pistol has been shot. christmas! and sometimes but usually not my mom gets the house all put together for christmas by the next day, which is this HUGE ORDEAL. we're talking more boxes from the attic than we took with us when we moved to new york city almost three years ago. and then eventually my dad puts the lights on the house and we all sort of sigh with relief when he comes back inside somehow not having gotten himself electrocuted.
fifth avenue starts their christmas pretty dang early (randall g would not approve), but it's kind of fun in the weeks leading up to thanksgiving to take these long, meandering walks, just to peek in and see how things are coming along.
this weekend we did just that. and i am happy to report christmas is coming along nicely! we even stopped by the tree at rockefeller to see how she was doing. turns out scaffolding on an enormous fir tree is a fascinating thing to look at.
progress report over and out.