On the first cold day of the season, after a blissful week of spring-like weather, I huddled among the masses to witness the lighting one of New York City’s seasonal landmarks – the famous Christmas Tree at Rockefeller Center. At precisely 7pm, in a moment, bright green tree was bedazzled in blinding, multicolored lights that seemed to have an iridescent glow that could visible from even outer space. The majestic sight officially marked the start of the holiday season and gave way to the realization that this eventful year was about to come to a close. However, as I stood gazing up at the tree I’ve grown up seeing, I couldn’t help but notice that each year it seems as though either I grow a lot bigger or the tree gets a lot smaller.