It was sad to see the bare streets of New York City this year, but I’m happy that I got my dose of shameless commercialism anyway. One of the first clear memories in my life was being 3 or 4 years-old and my mother taking me to the parade in person. Looking up at those giant balloons and seeing Santa Claus “for real” was absolutely magical. It’s a goofy thing, but I’m glad they did it this year even if it wasn’t really much of a parade. And I adored the dancing Pikachus.
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