It’s beginning to…
: A few days ago, as I was walking down Sixth Avenue, I heard somebody whistling “Silver Bells.” Who could that be? I turned around. Of course, it was no one else than the guy up on a cherrypicker hanging lights on the naked trees in front of CBS Black Rock. A man who knows his mission.
: Today, I ended up at Rockefeller Center. And there she is, The Tree. Workmen were climbing up scaffolding, putting the big lower branches back onto the trunk, improving on nature. Folks stopped for pictures. TV crews stopped for live reports with The Tree behind them. Christmas hype begins.
: And this evening, driving home, what do I see but snow. Snow!
: Meanwhile, Glenn Reynolds basks in Southern warmth, still. Well, we have the Christmas spirit up here, damnit.
