"Close enough," Logan says and takes hold of the green hoodie. "Here we go."

And there they do go, seeing every type of Christmas imaginable:

At war, in the deserts of Iraq, where cheer is found in a package from home or an e-mail from a loved one.

At sea, where sailors share a toast and meal far from any land, keeping Christmas in their hearts. In homes where they do not celebrate the birth of Christ one bit, but where the American traditions of Christmas hold strong and mean as much as the religious trappings do to the faithful.

At the grocery stores, where amidst the bustle of last minute-shopping, customers smile and offer cheerful greetings despite the fact that they've burnt the turkey or spoiled the ham.

At the mall, where there may be a sense of desperation as shoppers search of the perfect gift, there is also jubilation when they find it.

At each of these homes, the Spirit seemed to add a special shine, an extra dose of joy. When angry words were spoken over a broken toy, the spirit seemed to restore good humor, and they parted on friendly terms.

"Is it you, that makes these scenes so cheerful?" Logan asks suspiciously.