I used to work nightshifts in a teenager shelter place and Christmas were the best shifts, since the place was a bit quiter and the kids who were there were in a more "cuddly" mood than usual.
One of my favourite stories of that time happened one Christmas morning when I was sitting in the tram on my way home from work. (background info: There's a famous Christmas market in my town, that ends on Christmas Eve, so this was the first post market morning.)
It was a brilliant morning, there had been snow during the night, so everything was white and picture postcardy, not many people around at 8 o'clock and I was already in a very peaceful mood. The tram line goes past the castle, and I immensely enjoyed the view.
Suddenly I heard the voice of the driver over the speakers (in a very thick local dialect)' "Isn't our town beautiful - once the tourists are gone?"
It made me and the 3 or 4 other people on the tram chuckle all the way home.