Between my birthday and Christmas December has always been a festive month. But Thanksgiving was always my favorite holiday, since I saw it as the “opening” to the holiday season. We always built up to Christmas with decorations, planning a nice dinner, and seeing the lights in the city.
This post is not about Trump’s well-known proclivities for committing sexual assault on women. Those stories are important, and it is beyond tragic that half the nation decided that repeated allegations of sexual assault is not enough of a disqualifying factor from the presidency.
My parents and I have a tradition that goes back so long that we can’t remember when it started. Every year, we see the Christmas lights in NYC. Every year, without fail. And every year, it’s magical.