#62: 'tis that time of the year
Desolate streets, vacant parking lots, deserted Metro coaches, hardly a tourist in sight. Borrowing lyrics from Joan Baez – Where have all the people gone?
They are queuing up on highways and airport check-in counters. It's that time of the year when DC becomes a ghost town. Almost anyone on the Metro is in transit with bags in tow – heading to their friends, families, and loved ones out of town. And they look quizzically at anyone not doing so. It was the same during Christmas in Cambridge. The only ones on the streets were the forgotten foreign students and the stray dogs at Market Square. The difference here, well, are the two National Christmas Trees – one at the White House and the other next to the Capitol.
But it's also the season of occasional snowflakes in the morning, carols and choirs on every radio station, lights decorating homes, streets and buidings, egg-nog and ginger bread cookies, and people of all ages walking about with a bounce in their steps. And lest I forget, gift wrappers, peculiar Santas on the sidewalks, and movies of Nativity too. Personally, this season evokes fond memories of childhood, of choral performances and sweet treats in the festivities that followed. On occasions I've succumbed (just a wee-bit) to the calling of the desserts!
Merry Christmas to you, dear blog reader.
They are queuing up on highways and airport check-in counters. It's that time of the year when DC becomes a ghost town. Almost anyone on the Metro is in transit with bags in tow – heading to their friends, families, and loved ones out of town. And they look quizzically at anyone not doing so. It was the same during Christmas in Cambridge. The only ones on the streets were the forgotten foreign students and the stray dogs at Market Square. The difference here, well, are the two National Christmas Trees – one at the White House and the other next to the Capitol.
But it's also the season of occasional snowflakes in the morning, carols and choirs on every radio station, lights decorating homes, streets and buidings, egg-nog and ginger bread cookies, and people of all ages walking about with a bounce in their steps. And lest I forget, gift wrappers, peculiar Santas on the sidewalks, and movies of Nativity too. Personally, this season evokes fond memories of childhood, of choral performances and sweet treats in the festivities that followed. On occasions I've succumbed (just a wee-bit) to the calling of the desserts!Merry Christmas to you, dear blog reader.
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