On Christmas Eve the full moon has a halo, double halo, in fast clouds over town. On Christmas Day the same moon in plain daylight balances exactly on the tip of a spire. There is the sun, too, here on Christmas Day, but not enough for a cat, and it's gone before I can get out.
Downtown a woman in a wedding dress has her picture taken at the statue of Neptune. She poses with some men, one of whom she must have married somewhere around here, and a backup woman and naked Neptune. This and liquor stores are all that happens out here on Christmas Day.