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Hundreds of people have packed into the seventh floor Walnut Room at Macy’s on State Street to catch a glimpse of Martha Stewart and her specially designed Christmas tree. The hordes of people on the seventh floor and the masses peering from the eighth floor have merged their collective breath to make the room spectacularly and unbearably humid. As a result, the lovely and unassuming choir singing Christmas hymns seems like a cruel, sick joke. Please, let it snow, let it snow inside Macy's.
The people on the seventh floor—many of whom are enjoying a Walnut Room lunch—have a first-class view of Martha and the tree. They're like the social elite when compared the people on the eighth floor, pushed together like cattle, hoping desperately to catch a glimpse of Martha. "Ooh! I think I see the top of her head!" says one woman, legitimately excited to see her silvery hair. Super-excited children are tucked tightly to the railing and on top of shoulders. One father, visibly sweating, turns to his spouse and says, "Let's get out of here. This is totally overrated. I don't know why you drug us here anyway." One woman in the crowd can't take it anymore: "I'm gonna go back here where it's not hot," she says, pointing toward to people who are sitting uninterested on the display couches. "I'm gonna die."
Finally, Martha emerges in her white jacket and addresses the crowd. "We love the history of the ornament and the Christmas tree, and now we have it in giant size," she says, continuing with more banter before inexplicably adding, "I just had a chicken pot pie, and it was great!"
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