I need to tell you about something. A place. A magical place. This is the place I visit every year to get my festive on. This place does festive like I do butter: hardcore. This place is called Thornbloom. Thornbloom is a pretty amazing place any time of year, but at Christmastime? Yowza. And guess what? They let me take some pictures for you. Now, as you know, I ain’t no professional photographer, so take the sparkle in these shots, multiply it by about a quadrillion, and then you’ll have an idea of how awesome this place is.
I have but a few requirements at Christmastime:
- I must see National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation, Miracle on 34th Street, Holiday Inn and White Christmas or I will freak out
- Rosie Beaucoup must make her famous dressing balls, and I should be allowed to eat more than anyone else
- I must consume my bodyweight in Ganong Chicken Bones
- I need to go to Thornbloom before I allow myself to do anything else holiday related
Oh, yah, and I forgot to say: during the holidays I just want to spend quality time with my friends and family, I wish for world peace and a cure for all diseases, especially whatever one you’ve got. And also, I want to live at Thornbloom.
If you’re going to be in the Halifax area, you really should visit Thornbloom. Tell ’em movita send ya. They’ll be super nice to you and help you find whatever you need. And if you can’t visit them in person, you could just sit in your pyjamas and check out their facebook page. It’s almost the same. (Not really.)
Thanks, Thornbloom, for being such a big part of my favourite season. I’m ready now. Bring on the holidays…