I'm not bragging, but the luxury condo at the end of the block has wilted flowers in its planters. Meanwhile, 139 is all dressed up for the holidays. (And, yes, we say "holidays" on the Upper West Side because we don't believe religion is a competition.)
Last night I strung the lights with the help of the little girls from upstairs.
They helped by unwinding the strands and testing them like jump ropes.
All strands passed the jump rope test.
I had one strand left, so I brought it inside and put it on our own little Christmas tree. (Yes, we do call it a Christmas tree, even on the Upper West Side.)
We are ready for some holiday love and cheer.