This may have been, for many, the best part of a Christmasy trip to NYC. It flashed up on the information board in Grand Central Terminal, the correct name for Grand Central Station.
Not a lot of people seemed to notice. I hope Sarah did. I hope she said Yes.
I love this old Santy Claus. Look at that happy plastic face. My Grandma sent it to me in 1962, one of the few packages I ever got that didn’t arrive broken to smithereens. I can’t wait to give him a twist and see what he plays as he gaily twirls; I don’t recall. Maybe he plays A Girl Like You.
Solid gold. Apparently a take-off on the 12 Days of Christmas number by the Rockettes.
If you want to watch it smaller or larger, go here.
Special tiny worlds.
I used to love Yankee Candle until they ruined it by adding toys (the fighting! The crying!)
My SIL calls it Stinky Candle because it reeks. She leaves with a migraine every time. I’ve switched to beeswax candles — pricey but burn forever and there’s an apocalyptic shortage of bees, so okay.
Still, Yankee Candle has its charms. Like special tiny worlds, left.
Can’t beat the holidays in rural America. No, sir.
…was a term used by a snow reporting service for ski resorts here in the 90s. The sooper-hip chick reporter talked like that.
Just in time for the carol sing at the gazebo tomorrow night.
Another perfect day in paradise.
Spark it up, whatever your holiday.
When I suggested watching Rudolph the day after Thanksgiving, my niece said, “Can’t we at least wait another day?” Auntie Ann couldn’t. And didn’t. All aboard.
Weirdly, turns out Rudolph was almost named Reginald or Romeo. That’s Dartmouth College for you.
The Mitten Tree
Many hands made light work…of the Mitten Tree at my bank. Mentioned prior in Mitzvah Patrol.
God love the knitters. And the Solid Gold Dancers that make us woodchucks miss big city life with good reason in any season.
Tricked-out trucks are a Burlington area tradition.
This baby from S.D. Ireland Concrete, with shamrocks and 25,000 lights, cruised VT to raise eyebrows, spirits, and dollars for cancer research during this, the Holiday Season.
Frantic for last-minute gifts? Here’s some for not a lot of quid:
“Mind Blowing Funk Hits”
The Ziploc Vacuum Starter Kit. With no battery or plug, your giftee will be pumping his or her way clear to obsession~and I’m not talking off-label use. Then you got your Avon Moisture Therapy hand creme. Sure, I dig l’Occitane at 4 times the price, but not so the metal packaging you can’t get product out of after a certain point. For readers and jokers, one of my all-time faves is The Joys of Yiddish; if you’re a real schnorrer, which may or may not mean “cheapskate” in Yiddish, you can get it used for 23 cents plus shipping here. There is a new version out but I can’t vouch for it [enter Yiddish punchline]. For the gift of beauty, might I suggest Laura Mercier’s face polish; a pricey scrub at 30 bucks but worth it. Lastly, for hair, I have yet to top Terax Crema conditioner (buy American!) but that could be because I can’t find a good shampoo. Which, you know, might make a nice gift, as would … Bose headphones. No pressure.
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