Every season holds its own traditions and memories, and no season seems more heavily laden with memories than this one. It seems every day and every step -- even if they are steps to places I've never been before -- brings me to another time and memory.
This weekend my friend Lonni came to New York City for our annual December weekend. As we did last year we visited the Metropolitan Museum -- pictures to come -- and once again delighted in the Christmas show at Radio City. It was wonderful and festive and I was reminded of the first time I saw the Christmas show with my parents. The exact year has disappeared from my memory, but the memory of the excitement -- being in New York, a movie in the biggest theater I could imagine, the Rockettes and seeing camels on stage -- has stayed with me. Movies are no longer part of the show, but the Rockettes and camels and excitement are still very much a part.
I still gasp with awe and delight at the first look at the lobby. The line to enter Radio City stretched for two blocks, so my anticipation built up.
The special effects are wonderful. I especially enjoyed the snowflakes that filled the stage and ceiling before the show started. There was also a three dimensional segment and we all wore the special glasses.
There was still the thrill of the Rockettes...
...And the camels and the live Nativity.
There are no movies anymore, and sadly, my parents are long gone, but I am blessed to have dear friends to share the present with, as I am warmed by the memories of time past. I think of a "Christmas Carol" -- another favorite of the season -- and I am warmed by the thoughts of Christmas past, happy in the excitement and enjoyment of Christmas present and prayerful for Christmas future. I wish you all happy memories, enjoyable days and prayers to carry you into the future.
Pepe is now festive in his Christmas regalia and I hope to share photos tomorrow in a Monkee Monday Christmas post. I've started wrapping gifts and from now through Chanukah and into Christmas there will be tiny scraps of wrapping paper on my dining room table. A toast to you, my Buttercupland friends, and to tiny scraps of wrapping paper.
As ever, thanks for visiting and take good care.