Prescott, Arizona is the place I most associate with Christmas. For as long as I can remember, it seems like no matter where I spend Christmas Eve and Christmas day, a trip to the family cabin in Prescott is soon to follow. It is my Christmas constant. To my delight, this year Prescott was even more Christmassy than normal. On our third day in town, we were treated to several inches of snow which continued to mount and grow over the remainder of our trip until we decided to skip town because the shoveling was becoming unmanageable. It was disappointing to leave earlier than we had intended, but it was a really nice cap on an already great Christmas season with friends and family.
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