Christmas Eve is a Tuesday this year. It’s clear and sunny. No sign of snow.
It was a sad and bloody day in 1944.
You can’t buy holiday cheer? Actually you can but it’s expensive. And in this Spanish town they pull out all the stops. A million lights, falling snow. Money is no object. And the tourists come.
Chase Winovich has gotten into the holiday sprit.
It’s becoming increasingly apparent that we were, and are, being played by Kim Jong Un.
And it will soon be time to start tracking Santa. (Watch out for those Christmas missiles around North Korea, Rudolph!)