When we first moved from Connecticut to Palm Beach almost thirty years ago it was in October. Two months later the Christmas season was upon us. I remember thinking how strange it seemed to have warm weather at Christmastime. I’d spent my entire life up north and I was used to the weather being chilly in December. Sometimes we even had snow. I remember going to a local mall to do some shopping and noticing that several of the store windows were decorated with fake snow – that spray-on stuff that comes in a can. (Does anybody still sell that?) I remember thinking how the stores were trying to copy what we had for real up north and it made me miss having a northern Christmas. But I gradually got used to having Christmas in the tropics. The bottom line, of course, is that Christmas is where you make it. Now I can’t imagine being anywhere else.