The tree burning.

Thursday, January 2, 2025

Last night, our neighborhood did one of its annual traditions - the burning of Christmas trees on New Year’s day.

It was a magnificent affair, as it always is. Flames that leapt 20 feet in the air. The passing of the trophy for the Fantasy Football league winner. The naming of those who died last year, those who have had job transitions, welcoming of the new neighbors. After the trees had all been cremated, we moseyed inside, where there was hot chocolate and champagne and chili and finger food.

We met new neighbors, deepened ties with folks I have only waved at on my walks, and caught up with folks I have been missing. And then we walked home in the crisp night, just five houses up the street, while talking about how much we love our neighborhood, and our city, and how grateful we are to live here.