It is my firm belief that everyone should experience Christmas time in my lovely city at least once. Granted, this time of year makes me avoid Rockefeller Center for more reasons than just its holding of Fox News, but still. It’s really quite lovely. It is supremely crowded, and you might have to sell your kidney to afford a hotel room this time of year, but still, it’s really quite lovely. Ok, and the people tend to be real pains in the asses, although those are mostly confused tourists, but still, it’s really quite lovely.
All kidding aside (because who can afford to bring kids, amirite?) Brooklyn, especially is just alight with holiday spirit, and it’s not because we drink more eggnog than any other borough. We bleed red and green, bitches. We are the borough where it’s not uncommon for Jewish and Muslim people to decorate for the holidays because every other person on their block is doing it. ( I, personally know several Jewish families with a “Hanukkah bush” and at least 2 Muslim families who just “happened to leave their EID lights up”) Hell, even some of our Halal restaurants look like you can get roasted chestnuts with your hummus. Which would probably be delicious now that I’m thinking about it. I think Jenn and I should develop a recipe. Think of it this way, Jewish families are just celebrating REALLY early.
If all else fails and you can’t see the awesome in this….have some eggnog. We have plenty.
There are a few neighborhoods that go BATSHIT CRAZY for Christmas. Baby Jesus would not be stuck with some manger in Bensonhurst or Dyker Heights, Oh No! he would have the full-on Liberace crib with animatronic angels, Nutcracker Knights of Templar, and the Three Kings would skip the gold, frankincense, and myrrh, and instead bring gold, bagels, and salami. Christmas would be delicious.
a 12′ tall animatronic Santa flanked by gigantic Nutcrackers isn’t freaky at all. (I see this in my sleep and it’s unpleasant. There’s also a portly weatherman and a tube of fish paste involved, but that’s a story for another time…or never)
Really, there is no such thing as overkill. Ok, I know the owner of this house, so I can’t comment. Look at it this way, no giant dancing animals. This one is actually pretty.
Someone, right now, in their backyard: “Shitter’s full!”
IT’S SO FLUFFY I’M GONNA DIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
Blog land seems to love fat cat pictures. I don’t have a cat. My sister, though? That right there is the great Faticus, and I put him in my post for no particular reason other than it looks like he’s been hitting the nog pretty hard.
Because he’s the cutest kid in the world.