Chances are looking better down here in the deep South. I've had one in my entire lifetime (and I'm 48). I was working in Indianapolis, and couldn't get home for Christmas (Alabama). So I packed up the gear, and a bottle of Old Forester, and headed for Grayling, Michigan and the Au Sable. Cold, a shitload of snow and ice, 3 flasks of the Forester, and a buttload of trout.
Just me, the fish, the river, and God.
I missed my family dearly, but it may very well have been the greatest Christmas I ever had.
Edited to add (It was either that one, or the one where I got the GI Joe headquarters from Santa. Both will live vividly in my memory forever).