Last week I went downtown again.
In the ‘90s and early ‘00s, come winter my colleagues and I
would sojourn to South Street Seaport, meet up with some husbands and some kids
and shiver as the Big Apple Chorus, bundled up in matching hats and scarves, climbed
up the steps to wrap around the tree and sing Christmas Carols, conducted by a swell
Santa who gave candy canes to the star-struck children. It was a highlight of the season for us, year after year. Even when I no longer worked down there, it was worth the trip.
Then in 2012 came Sandy, and the South Street Seaport has
been trying to recover. So this year, I
went downtown, but you really can’t go “home” again. The simplicity of the Singing Tree and people
milling about, standing in the cold to listen and sing along with familiar
carols is apparently a joy of the past.
In 2014, the tree is big and beautiful (48 years on Long Island, now on
Fulton Street), a new ice skating rink is in place, and a small stage is
slightly sheltered from the elements as individuals with names people younger
than I may recognize sing unrecognizable melodies that blast out of huge
speakers bawling all over downtown. And
they’re onscreen as well, of course.
Half the space is taken up by the “Talent Green Room.”
But at least you can learn to curl on Thursday nights.
My friend and I retired to a place engagingly named “NYC
Stout” and recalled the fun it used to be.
~ Molly Matera, trying to get into the spirit of the season....
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