Merry Christmas Eve, friends!
As my Christmas gift to you this year, I’d like to invite you to come ice skating with me below the tree at Rockefeller Center. This is really the mutual lifelong dream which began my Christmas trip to New York with Rachel.
My whole life I have dreamed of skating in this magical place. Let me tell you: it did not disappoint.
We saw the tree from a distance – glorious in all of its lights.
We got in line, and thought, “are we going to make it through the line in time?” because we knew there was a private event happening after the next skating timeslot. We couldn’t stop taking pictures and gazing at the tree while we waited. It was the most festive and pretty queue I’ve stood in.
Then, they let us in! It was a tremendously exciting moment. The moment we knew our dreams would be coming true.
We went into a super tiny warming house, bought our tickets (cost an arm and a leg, but TOTALLY worth it) and then got our skates. We had them store our boots and bags.
We step out onto the ice. This is always a terrifying moment for me, as I generally skate once or twice a year, and in that first second of finding your skating legs, you never knew how it is going to turn out. Falling the moment I stepped on the ice wasn’t part of the dream. And thankfully it wasn’t part of the reality either.
We began to skate. There was Christmas music playing softly in the background. Along one of the long sides of the rink you could look up and see the people waiting in line. On the two short sides of the rink, you could look up and see trees covered in white lights, along with gold and silver flags lining the rink, and blowing in the wind. And let’s not forget the throngs of people standing on the sidelines, watching the festivity on the ice below. Then on the fourth side of the rink, the main attraction, the tree. If I thought it was a sight to behold while looking at it from eye level, the view of skating below it and gazing up at the colorful splendor, was really something.
There was a fountain with the iconic golden statue below the tree. The fountain was the perfect white noise to give you a feeling of privacy, like you were the only ones on the rink, as you couldn’t readily hear the conversations of those around you.
When we started skating, it was a bit crowded, but soon it thinned out and towards the end of our time on the rink, there were not many people left on the ice at all. Even at the most crowded times, the rink was still comfortable to easily skate at your own pace (unless your pace is speed skating) because they limit the number of people on at any given time.
It was fun to watch our fellow skaters: the mother and daughter in adorable jackets and hats, the family, the couples, and the pageant winners. Yes, you heard that correctly. A group of about a dozen pageant winners/contestants, in their fancy short skirts and coats, complete with sashes that say things such as Miss Arizona Teen USA came on the ice with their videographer. Utah: great skater who twirls and everything. Arizona: just like it was impossible to count the number of lights of the tree, it was impossible to count the number of times she fell.
This evening was Christmas magic at its finest. We listened to Christmas music, shared Christmas memories and favorite Christmas traditions as we skated rounded and round. We couldn’t stop smiling – there was so much Christmas joy in our hearts that evening. And there continues to be overwhelming Christmas cheer whenever I think back on this amazing evening. Dreams really do come true.
My writing probably cannot do this event justice, so we’d like to invite you to join us at Rockefeller Center and skate with us, in the video below. Remember to tie your laces real tight for good ankle support, toss some tinsel in the air, and press play.
See you on Boxing Day!