The sweet irony of leaving our private forest in Ulster County to travel two hours to see a tree in the middle of NYC didn’t escape me as I was hustling my two and a half year old through the throngs of tree-seeers at Rockefeller Center in mid December. It was a bitter cold night, parking was impossible, I’d been walking in heels all day, nap time had been a nonstarter that day, so it wasn’t quite the picture perfect moment we almost managed to capture on camera!
In the 10 years that I lived in Manhattan I might have driven past The Christmas Tree in a cab on my way somewhere fabulous and noticed it out the window once or twice but I certainly never ‘went to see it’. Life’s amusing at times.
