Of all the stories surrounding Christmas, I didn’t hear the one about animals talking at midnight to ring in Christmas Day until I was an adult. Don’t think I was neglected in the Christmas tale department as a child. There were some real zingers like… “I think I’ll hide out on the rooftop …
I was smiling and waving to beat the band. I had a fancy coffee in hand…one that boasted an almost Starbucksian price tag without the presumed political posturing. I waited for the coffee to cool a bit as I pushed up the sleeves of my red shirt and pretended not to swelter as the South …
It’s November 26th and there’s still no sign of Christmas at Moore’s Creek Farm. In Coastal Alabama, the trees don’t really change color to signal the final hurrah of fall. The greens lose their verdancy, the oaks their acorns, and the ground becomes littered with inky pecan husks. You are more likely to see …
Before it’s even time to thaw the turkey, I find myself bombarded with images of Christmas. My daughter wants to skip Thanksgiving altogether and get on to the eggnog days. She is a fool for eggnog. I have to disguise it in the fridge so I can get a cup in edgewise. Now, don’t get …
