I'm not a huge fan of the holidays, or winter for that matter. I liked living in California, where it was one season year 'round. But it's been two decades since I've had that pleasure. I was looking back at some Facebook memories today, and some of the photos from my phone, and I realized, my husband and I like to spend the winter holidays in Vegas. And believe me we aren't there because it's warm. The desert has a way of fooling people, making us think it's warm in the winter, since it's obviously scorching in the summer.
But I'm no fool, I lived on the edge of the Mojave desert in my twenties, and I know Mother Nature's trick.
But we don't go to Vegas for the outdoors. We go to stay indoors. We're going to be stuck inside anyway, with temps in the teens or lower, so why not do something fun, like poker, or blackjack. Wait, that was my husband channeling me.
I prefer Sephora, or any of the many clothing stores. And the food! Oh, the food! So many yummy places to eat. Yes, I'll be wearing my stretch pants.
Alas, I get bored easily, so I'll bring my laptop, and go back to the luxury room (the rooms are dirt cheap around Christmas, so a suite can be had for the price of a regular room) and stretch out and enjoy the view of the strip while I write.
This year we'll be on a mission though. It's a secret mission. And we'll be visiting friends. So, once again it's going to be a sparkly Christmas, but I won't have to pull down any decorations when it's over. I'll just have to hop on a plane and come home.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, however and whatever you celebrate, do it with friends and family, and let there be love and light.