I love living in New York during the Holiday Season. It brings back the feelings I had when I was a kid of being excited, of not knowing what’s around the corner. In Union Square there is a little outdoor shopping village full of vendors selling everything from Freudian Slippers to the worlds best Hot Cider. There’s also a Farmer’s Market that happens to have the most delicious Molasses cookies I have ever tasted. Union Square also never lacks for things to simply look at. I happened upon a woman in a chicken suit, a documentary of some sort being made, and a Human Passion Tree, which was made up of young girls, arms entwined, symbolizing a tree trunk. There were cutout leaves you could write what you are passionate about, and then stick them on the girls. I don’t know why. Still, there it was.
After Union Square, we put the Christmas tree up. Roan was quite literally about to explode if we didn’t purchase one of the many trees lining our Brooklyn blocks. In my neighborhood there are Christmas tree vendors on almost every corner, and walking down the street there is an amazing scent of fresh-cut pine. Now we have a new morning ritual – Roan plugs in all the lights, pulls up his TV tray and little chair to the tree and eats breakfast while I camp on a pillow next to him and sip my coffee. We tell each other how lucky we are to have this Best Tree In The World living in our home. The Mustache and its Host wander out of the bedroom and sit in front of the tree and I can see Roan filing these memories away, these feelings of what it is to be a Brooklyn Boy in the Holiday Season.