Nowhere have I seen lovelier displays of Christmas cheer than in New York. Garish, dopey, comically inappropriate...nothing can put a smile on your face faster than a silent chorus of chipped and peeling carolers gathered round an air vacuum at the body shop.
I confess to being gaga for Santa. More lights!
Salerno Service Station on Lorimer and Grand in East Williamsburg. Serving the public since 1959! I had to pull my bike right over. This is what Christmas is all about, and there's no snarky drift to catch from my tone on this one, pal.
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| Not a merciful air filter over Santa's mouth and nose. On closer inspection it's just the normal moustache and beard. |
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A less confused Santa at Brooklyn Flea on Sunday.
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I swear I'm five again with this shit.
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| These three kings of Orient are...drawn here by a giant flaming Gulf sun. Awesome! |
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| More than a one-man job, I imagine. So we'll just assume they all get into it and have a good time. |
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This elf is like, "My life is the blustery back end of a busted tail pipe for two weeks, and then back in the box. Every year since 1959." Just kidding! He's sweet.
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"Ahhhhh!"
No! I meant, "Awwww!" |
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