My new neighborhood has some things my old one didn't.
Las Posadas, for one.
As I was driving out tonight, I saw a crowd of about 50 gathered in a front yard for what must be the first night of Las Posadas, the celebration of Mary and Joseph's search for an inn to stay in. When I returned three hours later, the party was winding down, with just a few celebrants outside.
I'm no closet Catholic, but I must say Mexicans make the religion look like a lot of fun.