This is a Sponsored Post written by me on behalf of Hiltons of Branson. All opinions are 100% mine.
(At left: We need a little Christmas, right this very minute. Um….a little more than that. Well…Steven Seagal volunteers for the police force in New Orleans. Maybe Santa moonlights, too.)
Are you generally sick of everything and everybody? Or, are you generally a happy person, but just overwhelmed by the choices and the baking of the season? If either of that its you, it may sound mighty attractive to load up the kids and the dog or cat and go somewhere else for Christmas, somewhere where nobody knows you. “But how will Santa find us?”
Well, Santa and the Mrs. are hanging out at the Hilton Branson Convention Center Hotel through December 23rd this year. They needed to refuel and recharge a little bit before the big day. Mrs. Claus will be reading stories for all of the kids, and of course, the big guy himself will stop in for a visit. It goes without saying that you need to book right now. Then hop in the car. You don’t want to miss a guaranteed sighting of the man and woman in red to present all of the corroborating evidence that you have been very very good this year. I haven’t figured out if the most effective way to handle it is to present a large volume of evidence, or is it sheerly based on content. Someone could write one sentence of something really, really good that they did and clinch it right there.
Over at the Hilton Promenade at Branson Landing, you can experience the “It’s a Wonderful Life” package, where you may receive a spa treatment with your stay. It will surely melt your troubles away. However, I can’t guarantee it will melt the fat from all of the extra cookies away.
There is so much to do and see. You can stay at the hotels the entire time, nice and cozy warm, or you can venture into the adorable downtown Branson area to peep at some Christmas lights and do a little shopping. You can even “let yourself go” and not do your hair because everyone you know and anyone that would run into you and point a finger at you are miles away. Why is this such an obsession? I would want to end the year up “nice” instead of being tempted to get into an argument about my hair with someone who was just gunning for one.
So, hop in the car and go have a talk with the Big Guy before you run into your neighbor, Myrtle McBusypants. Well, if you do, then just book the massage before you present your evidence.
