|What I left in Michigan...|
There's a different vibe to Christmas when you're in the desert. People sing about winter wonderlands and dream about a white Christmas, but they can't handle anything below 40 degrees. It made me chuckle because I had to drive through a blizzard to even make it west. No kidding - all flights were cancelled in/out of my airport, so we drove four hours, just beating the snow, to make the trip. White outs, snow drifts, ice. I left a white Christmas for this. Their delicate sensitivities humor me.
|Christmas lights on desert rocks.|
There are some things I just haven't gotten used to, though. A hot, egg nog latte just isn't the same when it's 50 degrees. Part of the fun of a tall, holiday coffee is to thaw your fingers. It's just not the same when you're not even wearing socks. And all of the lights are beautiful, but odd on cacti and palm trees.
|The view from the top of the Cosmopolitan.|
|My niece, waiting to get our ice skates!|
Where do you usually spend Christmas? Have you ever gone someplace different?