Bridges Over Troubled Water
Margaret Evans, EditorIt never felt much like Christmas to me this year. For starters, it was too dadgum hot – all December, really, but especially Christmas Day. Even up in North Alabama, land of my birth – where it’s usually 10-15 degrees chillier than it is here in Beaufort – it was pushing 80 on December 25th, as we drove from my parent’s house to my sister’s for the big family shindig. I know lots of folks found this yuletide climate “merry and bright,” but in our Family of Many Females, it just meant nobody got to wear their new boots or sweaters.
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