Main Street
Casey had been sitting outside of the mall with a cup of strong coffee and people watching when he decided to go to to the hotel. He didn't spend a lot of time through the door. Lancelot was easily annoyed by the lack of anyone from home - no King to serve and no Queen to pine after - but he did give him some bit of time to travel the land on horseback and try not to get killed by all the weirdos behind that door.
Casey liked chivalry as much as the next guy, but given his desire to be doted upon (only from time to time) he preferred when chivalry was directed his way rather than having to witness it go so badly for Lancelot behind their door. He finished his coffee in one swig before he walked inside and before he even made it to his door he was on a snowy tree lined street that did not look real. At all. But it did look pleasant. Casey enjoyed Christmas. Over the years of his life he had celebrated just about any kind of Christmas one could imagine, everything from overdone family holidays that were for the benefit of everyone but family, and the three Christmases he spent drunk, high, or both, and the Christmases spent with friends and real people who loved him. But this was certainly new. Then again, this was real magic that he couldn't explain.
He walked up the street a bit and looked up at the snow as it fell, and the lights on the trees and the people bustling past him. This was weird, but he was kind of digging it.