Yes, that misspelling above was quite intentional! When i was a kid growing up in Maine, it was magical. As an adult, well, i’ve had some way less than magical Xmas’s. Arguments w/ parents at Xmas eve dinner, presents thrown out into the snow after me and my new wife left very hurredly.
And a second wife who just wanted to spend, spend, spend and my architectural photo clients were putting off paying me until the next year.
Recently though i found a bit of fun in the whole thing. But not what anyone might expect.
The Santa sled was in front of a motel in Baker Ca., i was visiting Death Valley for the holiday.
And you wouldn’t believe how many people do NOT go for a traditional turkey dinner/ sit in front of the fireplace/ watch football on TV. When i was in DV, there was a van full of asian tourists doing a BBQ at Badwater on Xmas day.
And on Xmas day outside Las Vegas, at the highest point in Red Rock Canyon, after a hellacious storm had actually dumped some snow in downtown LV, the parking lot was full, i heard at least 6 different languages being spoken. Most people seemed to stop for a few minutes, take their pictures w/ the stormy skies behind them, and then they moved on.