These Aren’t a Few of my Favorite Things: When Christmas in NYC Blows

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Photo Credit: Nick Cox, @dropglobal_nyc

If there’s anything that can bring a little warmth to my cold, dead heart, it’s Christmas. I live for the holidays. From the strike of midnight on Black Friday to the last few seconds of New Year’s Day, I am like a Christmas Elf on crack. For every holiday movie marathon, gift exchange, tree-decorating, Christmas carol, and cookie baking session, I am there in full force with jingle bells on. But as much as I want to pretend that every day in December is magical, it’s impossible to deny that some days just plain suck, and in most cases, New York City is to blame for it.  Continue reading