Christmas - “Holler" days
Harken to the joyous sounds, sights and smells of the
Christmas of yesteryear. Yuletide carols, sleigh bells
tinkling profusely in the crisp, crystalline air that crackles
ever so gently on your lips and eyelashes.
"Doggy Jingle Bells" playing on a distant unseen radio.
The snapping and popping of an old Ozark stone
fireplace as hickory logs send their sweet Christmas
perfume through the halls and doorways of an antique log
cabin home filled with everlasting Christmas spirit.
This, my good and faithful friends, was not what Christmas
was like in my childhood.
My dad hated Chris----------------------
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