Christmas is never the best day to find a fantastic breakfast, but there is a coffee shop open around the corner from the hotel. The girl working there has a lovely French accent without any hint of a superior attitude. Truly delightful.
Then, it's a quick walk to the bus station and a tolerable journey back to Seattle. I have a modest pile of Christmas gifts to open and all the elements of a superb Christmas dinner await me in the refrigerator at home.