Its not beginning to look like Christmas

Awhile back, when things were rather serious with the man who would later be called husband, but wasn't yet - we were at a small gathering and a man there, also American, was talking about how much he loved South Africa. He never wanted to live permanently in America again. And as he carried on about the infinite joys of living in Cape Town, I popped the question, "How's Christmas?" He stopped. Then with a tilt of his head, and, a bit of a sigh, he admitted, "It doesn't work. You never get us...