Queen Victoria hands out a prize for the best carolers at a gazebo. Ebenezer Scrooge might grumble at you on the sidewalk. And none of it costs a single cent to watch.
Every holiday season, one lakeside village in New York rewinds the clock to 1842 England. Costumed characters roam the streets, chestnuts roast outdoors, and horses pull wagons past glowing shop windows.
I love that the whole thing kicks off with a parade that proudly calls itself the smallest in the world. That kind of humor tells you a lot about a place. It feels charming without trying too hard…