When I think of Christmas, this is what comes to mind.  Fabulous evening gowns, men in tuxes, christmas music playing (sung by Ella Fitzgerald, Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Bing Crosby, etc) looking out the window at the city skyline from one of the high rise hotels, sipping old fashioned cocktails. 

And then after the party, I come home to my house in the country. 

Someday.

Some day.