Monday Morning Mirth
Nothing, but nothing, my friends, keeps Chicagoans away from their Jollies!
With so much holiday cheer to be found around town, one must just put on a happy face and about 20 lbs of down, hermatically seal the wrists, ankles and neck areas, and get to it!!
This lovely young lady is styling a wonderful grey number while enjoying the annual Christkndlmarket in Daley Plaza. Notice that quite a few folks aren’t even bothering with a cap (I think it was about 19 degrees, but who’s counting?)
Not these fellows who are workin’ it: the excellent head gear includes a dancing Santa Cap and wiggling Xmas Tree (notice the wonderful German beer in hand that makes many of the plaza walkers burst into song). I am tempted, even espcially drawn to the glog called Glühwein served up in a little red plastic boot, but like many others, I actually only have one thing in mind:
No, not the spirit of christmas, the loveliness of the tree, it’s what these ladies and about everyone else is clutching if they’re not holding a drink in the cold cold air:
Every year, I enjoy the hot sausage in the cold air; every year I almost buy the one called Leberkaese, until I realize, it looks like a giant slab of spam.
And with sammie in hand, I remember the real reason for the Christkindlmarket:
And I am especially delighted to find such lovely Sheep in the City:
I love the way they convey the hopefullness of the season (left) and the hopelessness of getting everything done (right) and even the fact that they don’t mind that they’ve been joined in the nativity crèche by what appears to be
A darling little French Poodle! So very holly jolly!