You decide to let fate be your guide and wander the holiday streets. You've never had the chance to appreciate your hometown splashing out for the season.
You walk through the business district, marveling at the mammon. Each block is a paean to a different deity of greed and vanity. It freakin' rocks. You gawk at the shoppers and jam out to piped-in pop-star carols. This was a great idea.
At city center, you find a holiday market. Very pop-up, very hip. You decide to stroll the stalls.