We are leaving paradise in the Keys and heading north for the holidays. Christmas is a time to be surrounded by family. John is grumbling about freezing temperatures and blizzards, but he's as sentimental as I am.
In the small farming town where I was raised, Christmas was a wonderful and magical time. I played Mary in the church pageant and got so excited I burst out in hives. My whole body itched, and my face was a red mess of bumps, but the honor of playing Mary was worth it. During Christmas break we skated on the pond in the center of town. The jail was next door, and we warmed up around the old pot belly stove. There were two cells, but I can't remember anyone ever being locked inside. It was a great place to grow up.
If I could give everyone a Christmas present, it would be memories as wonderful as mine.