My Family Was Back in Las Vegas for Christmas. The World Was Ours.
It was almost the night before Christmas, and the house was winning. Its creatures were stirring in the secondhand smoke. A man in a knit Santa hat belly-laughed outside the Bellagio, a cigarette in one hand and a Modelo tallboy in the other. Guests race-walked toward the card tables in reindeer socks and plastic antlers.…