I love New York during the holidays. Last year I was back in New York for the first time in six years for a week in December for our office offsite and holiday party. Despite not having warm clothes to wear appropriate outside of a ski town, I had forgotten how enchanting New York is during this season, and am so happy to be here now.
New York can be a place of extremes in all ways, and an environment that can energize and expand you or deplete you, depending on circumstances and especially frame of mind. It's at its prettiest during spring and fall, and the city seems cast in a Woody Allen type of love story. Though I think the magic and wonder of New York truly emerges during the holidays.
During a somewhat suspended-in-time few weeks, business prepares for a pause and needed rest, hearts expand and generosity increases, classic images of the wrapped Cartier building, the Rockefeller tree, the beauty of Central Park, Park Avenue lights are coupled with wreaths in windows, holiday parties, cozy taverns and cafes with wonderful smells, music, twinkly lights, and unexpected wonders and surprises seem to happen everywhere.
As I mentioned in my original post, New York, New York, whether you grew up in Manhattan with roots firmly planted in East Coast soil or like me, moved from a small town in Michigan, with an imagination fueled by such movies as "Breakfast at Tiffanys" and "Miracle on 34th Street", during the holidays, New York lives up to the promise and expectation and magic of what the city is all about.
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