It wouldn’t be Christmas, even in Florida, without a bit of Christmas tree splendor and Santa-sightings. It was a bit odd to see it all played out against a backdrop of palm trees and an aquamarine ocean, where the temperature hovered around 80 degrees and the wardrobe called for shorts and sandals, but somehow Christmas found a way.
In the hotel I was staying at, this sumptuously-decorated scene greeted guests (along with a troll-like Santa I couldn’t quite bring myself to post).
While it felt different, it didn’t feel wrong, and in a year where things were shifting, it opened up my eyes to new possibilities, new traditions, and new ways of celebrating the season.
