Christmas for me is stressful enough that I spend it out of the country whenever possible. Spain or Mexico, with beautiful lights and Christmas markets in cathedral squares, are good compromises — I get the pretty parts of the season, but whatever commercialism is happening is in a language I don’t speak. But the best bet is somewhere in the developing world where December 25th is a holiday for only a handful of people.
That’s where I spent Christmas last year.
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