Christmastime in New York City......when the "greatest city in the world" really becomes the greatest city. There really is no other place like it. I've often found it strange that a city whose population is by far mostly Jewish goes all out for Christmas. I really think that there's just something about this time of year that brings people of all religions and races together. It's almost magical.
This year we went back to NY the first week of December. We did all our typical city things and now Savannah is old enough that she remembers our past trips so she even has an opinion about what she wants to see and do. I decided to brave FAO Schwartz on a Thursday night and discovered that even during this time of year it was quite manageable to get through. Walker was mesmerized with the train display. He sat there and watched the trains go round and round for at least 15 minutes. Savannah loved walking through the princess and Barbie sections. As if their Christmas lists weren't already long enough, they sure are now.
just a boy and his snowman watching the trucks go by |
train heaven |
Rockefeller tree |
continuing the five year old celebrations |
Walker's favorite part |
Saturday morning began with a six mile run in Central Park for me (thankfully with no jogging stroller) and then we all headed out to the Macy's at Herald Square to see Santa. Really this is one of my favorite Christmas traditions. I have yet to find a better Santa experience than the one here.
our hotel view of the foggy, rainy New York skyline |
about the take the Polar Express to the North Pole |
she had no problem jumping up on Santa's lap and telling him her wishes |
just in case he forgets, she mailed him a letter too |
Love the Virginia storefront displays |
walking through Times Square |
a giant Sven at the Disney store |
taking in the sigts |
cab ride out to Brooklyn for lunch |
our old hangout sans kiddos, Bar Tabac |
city living Christmas tree shopping |
the gang |
these two...... |
best buds despite the miles between |
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