The Christmas tree that gets erected (and eventually mostly fabricated) at Rockefeller Center was hyped to be from Oneonta, New York, and when it was initially installed it left a rather deflated impression, quite right for the year of our Lord 2020. Check out the first unveiling here.
I’m not going to shit on this tree. (We’ll leave that sort of thing to this awful lady.) I’ll wait for them to fluff it up – though I can’t imagine the kind of magical fluffing required to puff that puppy out. Here’s hoping for a real Christmas miracle.
(It turns out there was also a little saw-whet owl living in the tree, who somehow managed to survive the cutting and the falling and the driving to New York City. Named Rockefeller, it has since been returned to its native location in upstate NY. All in the weeks leading up to a 2020 Christmas, I suppose.)
And so we move into the Holiday 2020 season. Lord knows what that will entail, and I hope to lay low as much as possible until the year draws to its close. Godspeed to us all, especially to this tree.
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