I know, I know, people in the south do not like it when people from the north say anything about the way it is done up there. I understand, and it can bug me, too, now that I've been down south a while. However, with all due respect to my southern friends, there is just nothing like the way Christmas is done there--nothing.
Kelly and her family had the opportunity to visit Macy's in Maine yesterday; and as happy as I am for her, I was way jealous when I saw the photos! It brought back such fond memories of city sidewalks, busy sidewalks dressed in holiday style--and of cold and snow and slush and oh . . . the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful . . . Just be glad you can't hear me sing my way through this post.
Kenzie dropping her letter to Santa in the cool mailbox at Macy's.
Kenzie telling Santa about her first loose tooth.
You can see even more fun photos over on Kelly's blog. I just stole a few.
I also stole this photo of Saks Fifth Avenue in 2006 from someone else's blog.
Don't you just love it?
In 2005, we visited NYC the day after Thanksgiving--I wouldn't advise picking that day if you have a choice. Anyway, even though the wind chill was 11 degrees and I tripped and broke my foot, that day was the best! We were all together, which will probably never happen again, and we did things with the kids for the very last first time.
We rode the train while eating donuts.
We visited the American Girl Store.
We walked the streets.
We smelled the smells.
And we oo-ed and ah-ed.
And we smiled until our cheeks hurt--or were they just frozen in place?
And we rode the huge ferris wheel in Toys R Us.
And we studied the store windows.
And we squeezed--I mean SQUEEZED into a CROWDED elevator in Macy's.
And then we stood in a long line to see Santa.
And it was worth it--well, maybe not to Kenzie.
And we saw the coolest gringerbread store!
And I do believe that we made memories that will last a lifetime.
Tomorrow, I will take Tessa to see the Rockettes in Knoxville.
I have high hopes.