On the way over to Natalie’s school this morning for her holiday breakfast, I stopped to take a photo.
Not that the photo did the parish house any justice but trust me, it looked like Christmas.

Her class was decorated with an endless amount of projects by crafty Kindergarteners.
Natalie’s gingerbread man is the first one. The yellow shirt and green shorts pearl necklace wearing man.

She was nice enough to step away from the breakfast to take a photo for me.
And soon after I was shooed out of the class along with the other parents.

Instead of going into the auditorium like we were supposed to do, many parents left.
I didn’t get the memo we were supposed to stay or that jeans with skulls and bones on back pockets are in style.

So I kept walking over to my breakfast meeting.
Behind the lady pushing one doggy in her grocery shopping cart as the other festive dog walked next to her.

Bare tree branches with weird pod like things growing on them caught my eye.

As did the wreaths on these windows

There is nothing like Christmas in New York



