Have I mentioned before that I love my neighborhood? Because I do. I really do.
This here is my local bagel shop. You can't see it very well, on account of all the pine trees. But it's there. In all it's flour-y, carb-y goodness.
Christmas tree stands (like the one blocking the bagels, above) pop up all over the city around Thanksgiving. Most are open 24-hours, with the workers taking shifts sleeping in a van or camper parked near the stand. They do this for several weeks, right up until Christmas Eve.
(I know this because I once almost dated a Christmas tree stand salesman. Almost, I said. We're going to call that a bullet dodged.)
I love walking by the tree stands. They make the city streets seem friendlier, more communal, more FAN-good-old-fashioned-holiday-TASTIC.
Plus the lovely smell of pine covers up the usual street stench of dog piss. Bonus! And, Merry Christmas to all!