While those who are trying to survive the cold weather would appreciate an escape to tropical beaches and swaying palm trees, Christmas just doesn’t seem real with a barefoot Santa on a surfboard.
I found the snow, gingerbread, mulled wine, and Old Saint Nick in Germany this year.
Required reading was Rick Steves’ German Phrase Book and Dictionary, but I found it was easier to point to the cookie I wanted instead of trying to pronounce lebkuchen.
The sparkling white lights marked the Christmas Markets in Germany and the Alsace region of France.
Santa still had the same markings, but his costumes were a little different, and in Basel, Switzerland, he gave me a tangerine instead of a candy cane.
And the sweets tasted as good as they looked.
– wherever you are!