Is this happening everywhere? Today, on a gorgeous Sunday afternoon – the 27th of February, in fact – walking around Park Slope, I was struck by the sheer number of people who won’t or can’t let Christmas 2010 pass into the record books.
(I took every single one of these pictures, and I took them earlier TODAY. And by today, I mean Sunday, 27 February 2011.)
This is how it went down:
I’m walking to the Key Food for toilet paper and a roll of quarters (unrelated necessities), and I see this in the window of the New China Tung nearby:
By itself, no big deal. One random Christmas decoration in one random window does not a crisis make. But then, in the Key Food itself, I see this in the breakfast aisle, between wheat germ and oatmeal:
Weird, huh? Well, wait! Walking home, I begin to notice the scary abundance of neglected Christmas all around me. For example, a massage parlor:
The vegan yogurt place:
One of the five-thousand real estate agencies on 5th Avenue:
Nearly apoplectic with shock, I hurried home. But when I took Margot out for a walk, the horrors followed me.
A parenthetical observation: One of the strangest sights in New York is the proliferation of dead trees after Christmas. It starts literally the day after, with dead trees strewn on curbs in front of buildings inhabited by people who probably shouldn’t have bothered with the Christmas fuss at all if they were so ready to ditch the damn things. Then, it continues for weeks, well into January, with tree carcasses finally appearing on the stoops of people who are fascinated with decay, or who really like the smell of dried pine, or who were probably just too busy to take the ornaments off the dead thing in the living room.
But it’s the penultimate day of February. There is no excuse.
My whole block is a feast of sad Christmas blight:
In one building, you can even see Christmas crap haphazardly piled in the window, as if a tornado of good sense swept up (almost) all the other neighborhood decorations and deposited them here.
I think the best shot I took is of desiccated evergreen with fake berries in a window planter. I like it because the silhouette reflection of another tree in the window reminds me of the evil forest at the beginning of Tales from the Darkside.
Maybe I’m overreacting. Maybe the sustained celebration of holidays is just a New York thing. I mean, look what was in my miso soup today:
To be fair, I passed New China Tung again later on, and I noticed something positively progressive on their door:
But then I realized…it’s not Hoppy Early Easter. No.
It’s Hoppy Late New Year…of the Rabbit.