The Christmas Clock

Every Christmas my Mother and I had a tradition of going to Midtown Mall to see the Christmas decorations and Santa. Being the youngest of 3, there weren't too many traditions that did not involve my older siblings, but every year this was something special just for my Mother and me and I looked forward to it all year. What made it more exciting was that we took the bus, which wasn't too exciting, but growing up somewhere like Rochester, taking public transportation was a bit of a novelty.

Anyways, Midtown Mall was great this time of year...I'd ride the monorail, visit Santa up on this big mountain they'd construct in the middle of the mall and I would always, always, always wait for the big clock to hit the hour mark to watch the dolls dance. I was such a girlie girl at this age, and the dolls from around the world were what I looked forward most to our trips to Midtown.

The mall closed down a few years ago, and I didn't give it much thought since I'm hours away. Nolan and I recently went home to visit family and there in the airport I saw my clock, and needless to say I was a little excited.

I know the clock doesn't really have anything to do with Christmas, but it was pretty cool to see it there, this time of year and be reminded of growing up and this tradition I had with my Mother.

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