Santa's Sleigh, California Style

It's a weird thing about growing up in San Diego: The only white Christmas you can ever hope to get is one on the beach.

Even then, it's more of a pale tan than a pure white - unless you count the bodies of the sunbathing tourists. Then it's pretty much albinosville.

For my money, the most beautiful time of year in San Diego is winter. The region shifts from scratchy, hard-scrabble browns to velvety greens. The contrast from land to sky is brighter, the air is fresh and smells of ocean - and the city is as empty as it ever gets.

Someday, I'll opt for snow and a roaring fire as a nice change of pace. But for my money? Holiday shopping in flip-flops pretty much kicks ass.


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I am a writer and lazy artist who loves travel, architecture and design. Right now, I'm into photography. My fabulous husband (a.k.a. The Varmint) and I are also the principals of a San Diego-based creative agency - and new parents to the divine Baby Mak. Read More >