Seven years in, and I’m realizing that New York and I have a full-on emotionally abusive relationship. While walking to the subway after work yesterday, gazing at the lit-up trees and listening to the Christmas carols floating out of the festively decorated shops down by my office, it hit me. I stick it out year after year for one single thing: Christmas in New York. Yes, May in New York is beautiful. And September and early November are the times to visit this city if you’re a tourist (not October, weekends in October are always rainy). But Christmas in New York?…