Christmas Is 35 Days Away...Wait! WTF! What Happened To Thanksgiving???
For as long as I can remember, I have watched at least part - if not all of - the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade.
I love the stories about how the school bands reacted when they learned they were going to be in the parade, and about how they raised the money to go.
I get a kick out of the hosts trying to entertain the audience with fun fact about how many handlers it takes to keep Big Bird from flying south for the winter.
Oh, and the balloons! I don't know the names of all the new ones...
but the vintage ones always get me right in the feelz.
I crack up at the horrible lip synced performances of young hip hop stars that I've never heard of, and wag my head at the silly dancers prancing alongside the floats.
And I can't resist watching the swing companies tout the Broadway musicals by performing the over-singing, over-smiling, tap dancing, cartwheeling, jazz hands fluttering show stopper.
And of course, my very favorite: the Radio City Music Hall Rockettes. I have a personal connection with them. Well, not really. But I consider that I saw them live when I was about 12 and they rocketted my world as a personal connection.
But you know what... Remember what comes last in the parade? Santa.
Santa Claus makes his appearance AFTER all the celebrating. We wait on Thanksgiving to see Santa at the tail end of the parade. THAT'S WHEN IT'S TIME TO SEE SANTA. Not before Halloween, not before we change over from daylight savings time. Not before Home Depot and Lowe's and Target and Walmart start black Friday sales on Monday. And NOT before we sit through whatever our own personal hell is with turkey and giblets and Uncle John and Aunt Gert.
Goddammit, Christmas comes AFTER!
So stop giving me the countdown. I know that when I see Santa at the end of the parade...Christmas is coming. And that's enough for me.
BTW - I took none of these pics - simply borrowed them from the web to make a point.
I love the stories about how the school bands reacted when they learned they were going to be in the parade, and about how they raised the money to go.
(bonus points if you can name these hosts)
but the vintage ones always get me right in the feelz.
I crack up at the horrible lip synced performances of young hip hop stars that I've never heard of, and wag my head at the silly dancers prancing alongside the floats.
And I can't resist watching the swing companies tout the Broadway musicals by performing the over-singing, over-smiling, tap dancing, cartwheeling, jazz hands fluttering show stopper.
And of course, my very favorite: the Radio City Music Hall Rockettes. I have a personal connection with them. Well, not really. But I consider that I saw them live when I was about 12 and they rocketted my world as a personal connection.
But you know what... Remember what comes last in the parade? Santa.
Santa Claus makes his appearance AFTER all the celebrating. We wait on Thanksgiving to see Santa at the tail end of the parade. THAT'S WHEN IT'S TIME TO SEE SANTA. Not before Halloween, not before we change over from daylight savings time. Not before Home Depot and Lowe's and Target and Walmart start black Friday sales on Monday. And NOT before we sit through whatever our own personal hell is with turkey and giblets and Uncle John and Aunt Gert.
Goddammit, Christmas comes AFTER!
So stop giving me the countdown. I know that when I see Santa at the end of the parade...Christmas is coming. And that's enough for me.
BTW - I took none of these pics - simply borrowed them from the web to make a point.
Good lord! Lorne Greene and Betty White!
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