In my post published on 11/12, I wrote about the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade—the music, the marching bands, the balloons, and the floats. But I realize I didn’t give a proper shout‑out to the Rockettes, who have always been my favorite part of the parade.
The Rockettes aren’t just a dance troupe to me; they’re part of the rhythm of my holidays. Their high kicks and perfect precision have been dazzling audiences for a century, but for me, they’re woven into my own memories. I can still picture myself as a child, curled up on the couch, waiting for their moment on the screen. Year after year, they brought a sparkle that felt like the official start of the season. Even now, I never grow tired of them—their glamour, their energy, and the sense of tradition they carry. Watching them feels like reconnecting with every Thanksgiving morning I’ve ever known.
I can’t wait to see them this year. I’ll be curled up on my couch, just as I have been for decades, waiting for that familiar burst of energy when the Rockettes take the stage. And even though I am not that child any longer the smell of turkey and stuffing will be drifting from my kitchen. Even now, the anticipation feels the same. The couch is my perch, the coffee mug my companion, and the Rockettes my signal that the holidays have officially arrived. Watching them is like opening a time capsule, connecting me to every Thanksgiving morning I’ve ever known.
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