'tis the season
Upon returning to the office after a holiday weekend, it’s only natural that everyone dishes about their respective weekends, ranging from the crazy-we- got-a-flat-tire-at-1AM-in-rural-Massachusetts to the chaotic-my-little-kids-and-and-their-cousins-couldn’t-go-5-seconds-without-hitting-each-other holiday weekend. But no matter how crazy or chaotic or even low-key, it was resoundingly clear that we all just loved spending time with the fam' [RT]. A co-worker even told me that Thanksgiving was his favorite holiday. By the title of this post, you can probably already tell. But I wholeheartedly disagree [#sorrynotsorry]. Even though it reeks of excessive consumerism [but I'll leave that part out for now], my favorite holiday is hands-down-no-if’s-and’s-but’s-about-it Christmas.
[Forgive me, I’m about to ramble on about New York again] Christmastime in New York is so magical. What’s there not to love? There’s the annual lighting of the Christmas Tree at Rockefeller Center, the Rockettes performing at Radio City Musical Hall, and the spectacularly beautiful windows at Saks- all of which I would frequent yearly with my parents and younger brother. It was sort of a holiday tradition. Plus, there’s the countdowns of all our favorite classic Christmas movies on ABC Family and perhaps, the most important of them all, Christmas carols playing in virtually every store from Duane Reade, to Macy’s, to Starbucks. [Now, that Thanksgiving has officially passed, it is socially acceptable to to listen to Christmas carols on repeat. My personal favorite is Walking in a Winter Wonderland.] Call me an East Coaster, but to me it’s not Christmas unless it’s cold-preferably with slight snowfall [some flurries never hurt anyone].
Nothing says “Tis the season” more to me than this sweater. I walked into Banana Republic [as I tend to do quite often], and my eyes were immediately drawn to it. I mean, how could they not be- a glitzy, sparkly, cozy sweater? Count me in! Plus, it was days after the presidential election [my thoughts on that here], so some retail therapy was much needed. Clad in the most festive of sweaters, I’m ready for the never ending Michael Bublé cover playlists, peppermint flavored everything, and of course hot chocolate with whipped cream-lots of whipped cream [all ideally while curled up by a fire, of course]. Countdown to Christmas begins NOW.