Michigan must just have a Christmas spirit that refuses to be contained to a single month--just look at our towns. In the Upper Peninsula, we have Christmas. In the Lower Peninsula, as a writer from Cleveland notes, we have the always-spirited Frankenmuth.
Excerpt: After two days in Frankenmuth, I was beginning to feel a little like Santa Claus -- and not only because this Bavarian-themed town gets really decked out for the holidays.
I had eaten so much in 36 hours that I feared I might be starting to resemble the jolly old elf himself, my stomach distended with sausage and stout, fried chicken and fudge.
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Source: The Plain Dealer
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