For some, Christmas is less a season than it is a state of mind. You know who you are. Your toes tingle at the sight of tinsel. You are the one standing in the dairy aisle when the stock boys unload the first crates of eggnog in late November. For you, Boxing Day, on Dec. 26, is a day of mourning.
If only you could make that yuletide joy last after the lights have come down and the tree is lying sadly by the curb. If only there were places where the spirit of St. Nick lives on through the spring and into the summer and the fall. If only there were places where it never ended.
Happily, there are! Here are six of them.