Christmas Real Estate: Genre Undetermined

Christmas real estate is a thing. At first, people are skeptical when I explain that I work for a boutique Christmas real estate agency, but after I ask a few pointed questions--do you know somebody who collected gnomes or snowmen? how about that family that starts putting up their outdoor Christmas lights in August, because it takes them that long to get everything set up?--they start to see the (twinkle) light(s). Oh, sure, some of what we sell is actually at the North Pole, just for novelty's sake, and it isn't so much a sale as a lease arrangement that we worked out with one of the less scrupulous countries in need of some funds for its scientists. But we *own* Christmastown, North Dakota, and you'd better believe it's damn festive. Not commercialized, though, and that's the whole point. It might be a tourist destination, but it isn't a tourist trap. We include rules about what people can and cannot sell or set up as part of the purchasing contract. It's classy. At lest on the right side of the tracks. That's right. There's a wrong side of the tracks, too, although everyone in town finds the distinction funny. The wrong side of the tracks is where you find the big plastic snow globes and the multicolored Christmas lights, and the right side of the tracks is where you'll see lots of white twinkle lights and classic Christmas sculptures and sleigh rides and stockings hung over fireplaces. So in a way, I guess we really were the only place that the aliens could go when they wanted to arrange for a Christmas planet.


Inspiration: Pandora's holiday jazz music station
Story potential: High.
Notes: High potential because holiday-themed ideas get a bonus boost, but the "aliens want Christmas" bit at the end is...incredibly hackneyed. So something else needs to go there. But I like the idea of Christmas real estate.