This'll be the first Christmas I've ever seen without snow. There was always a little on the ground by now in New York and plenty in the ice and mud in France. But, I guess since I'm not frozen in the stuff, I really shouldn't complain.
Oh. Different. Very different. Can't know the glitz and glamour of it all though or pretend I haven't always had a soft spot for feather tiaras. And it certainly tastes like Las Vegas.