You can't do Christmas in North America unless you're doing it in a place with snow.
In eastern Canada, there are guaranteed snow destinations, but they either have igloos or not much fun to be had after dark, or before dark.
If you have money, you wil spend your Christmas naked on a bearskin rug (synthetic of course) in front of a fireplace in western Canada, in a place called Whistler.
You'll love the nightlife there and probably spot moviestars amongst the people in the bars when you get tired of sexing on the bearskin rug and leave the chalet. We are polite in Canada and ...well OK it's more like we're resentful and we don't aknowledge their status.
The point is, don't gawk and stare, or point. Let them have their privacy. so don't ask for an autograph. You are allowed to say something like "Nice shirt" though when you pass by.
My best Christmas in Canada story comes from my grandmother, who was newly married at 16, to a man of 26 years, back when that was legal. Maybe it still is. I have no reason to know.
On the first Christmas Eve of their marriage, he came home to the cabin they shared on the hilltop overlooking their village.
After working a long tiring shift on the railroad, he came home to find the door bolted shut, and a note tacked to the door.
`You`re not getting in without a Christrmas Tree`` his 16 year old bride had written. (Did I mention it was 1910 or something)
There was an axe leaning against the door, tempting him to chop his way through the door to his wife, or do the deed.
He chose to please his bride, and tramped out into the deep snow, on snowshoes, in the middle of the night, and cut down the first tree that looked like it would fit in the cabin.
My mother was their first born child, 9 months later.
OK sorry, That`s Christmas in Canada. Sentimental stories, and sex on synthetic rugs.