Horse-drawn carriages clip-clop past a courthouse built in 1836, and that courthouse sits in the middle of America’s first major gold rush town. Add white lights on every rooftop, and you get a Christmas that looks borrowed from a much older calendar.
The lights flip on the day after Thanksgiving. They stay glowing every night into early January, so there’s no reason to rush.
I like how this little mountain town in Georgia skips the inflatable reindeer and leans into garlands, carolers, and decorated trees instead. Santa even keeps a mailbox here for letters…