…Is NOT frightful and it’s not even cold enough for a delight fire. As we roll into Christmas over the weekend, I find myself alarmingly not in the holiday spirit, and I am unable to pinpoint why. Every store you walk into in Manhattan is joyously ringing out holiday tunes from their speakers and all of the windows in retail stores are festively decorated with glittering baubles, snow fallen trees and lots of lights so the only thing that I can really think of, is the strangely warm weather in NYC this holiday season.
As I have been meandering through the tourist-packed streets of the city dressed in merely a light spring rain coat and jeans, I wonder about what a difference it would have made to grow up in a warm weather climate such as Los Angeles or Texas where it almost never snows and a “White Christmas” is only a movie. It must be pretty great for women…since it’s warm all year and you could be in a bathing suite or skimpy dress anytime, I’m sure you would tend to think twice before stuffing your face with another holiday decorated cupcake or downing another glass of eggnog. The great thing about North East winters (though I don’t particularly love the cold) is that you can hide any unwanted holiday weight gain with cozy bunchy sweaters, a pair of stretchy pants and some cute boots! The problem with the warm weather in NYC is that I have on a similar version of the outfit mentioned above today (*I switched out the stretchy pants for jeans and slipped on a pair of Hunter rain boots in lieu of the cute boots due to the rain puddles that have accumulated all over NYC sidewalks since last night’s downpour*) and as I was running around trying to find a place with some decent holiday cards to stuff with checks for our doormen, I was breaking a sweat in my bunchy sweater.
I am wishing for a true “White Christmas”, frightful weather outside and a delightful fire inside. Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow! (So I can run around my parents house in spandex pants and bunchy sweaters!)