Cowboy Christmas is a something that has become a tradition with my dad. We've been going for about 5 years now and look so forward to it each time. My dad is a cowboy who lives on a ranch and this is his happy place. Each year for 2 weeks in Vegas, at the same time of the rodeo, all of the convention centers open up for aisles and aisles of shopping. They have everything you can imagine from the littlest picture frames, clothing, home goods to diesel trucks, tailors and even horses and tons and tons of bling in between. You don't have to be into country to enjoy it unless you're my brother. I don't think he's as excited as we are to go back next year but at least he came. During the weekend Mark kept trying to bet on the UFC fight and couldn't understand why the sportsbook didn't have the odds up. Well we found a sign saying we were a week early and him being so stubborn insisted that Vegas had the wrong dates. We even had to call several people to clarify hence the picture.
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