I was working out in the sticks in Saudi when Christmas came around. Wall to wall blue sky, temps in the 30s and more sand than you could imagine.
We were mostly Brtis, Yanks and Filipinos and our mess hall/lounge was away from the few Saudis so we decorated it - tree, Santa, pressies, the lot.
A few days before Christmas the boss, Colonel Al-Something, turned up "to see how we were doing". He took one look at the lounge, shouted something at his adj and stormed out.
About an hour later a flatbed truck turned up and a load of boxes were brought into the lounge. From somewhere "The Boss" had found cans of lager and bottles of whisky, vodka.....
It is not the weather that makes Christmas, it is the spirit of the thing.