One of my favorite things about the holiday season in New York has to be the sight of evergreen Christmas trees lined up for sale along random blocks in the city post-Thanksgiving. Why? Because, when walking by, not only are you granted a temporary reprieve from the (aromatic?) scent of New York, but you’re also given a tangible reminder of the spirit of Christmas. The lights, the smell, the red bows tied to the treetops — add a light dusting of snow and I just can’t explain it. I immediately hear Bing Crosby singing in my head.