Of course Christmas twinkles from every corner of Santa Fe, the city shares the big guy’s name.
The fey spirit of Santa winks out from everywhere — obvious places like the well-lit town square and quieter corners of the foothills.
Pepper garlands loop through street lights and store windows. A street crooner braves the chilly night air, strumming his guitar and working his way through a nightly setlist of Christmas Carols.
A thousand colored lights stretch across Santa Fe Plaza, which feels like a Hallmark Movie set as you wander through.
A Santa hat perches cheerfully on a longhorn above fireplace.
The spirit of the season greets peace seekers at a Japanese spa, it beckons the faithful to a stately cathedral.
Christmas even bubbled up from the Santa Fe River, where ice chunks float merrily along.
I worried our business trip to Santa Fe during this busy time in December would take us away from the sometimes frantic work of preparing for the Christmas season.
Instead, I found inspiration everywhere I looked.
We’re heading back to Wisconsin tomorrow, grateful to New Mexico for its friendly people, tasty food, ubiquitous art, natural beauty and Christmas spirit.
