Tonight, my sister-in-law had us over for dinner, games, and cake.  Good cake.  Finished with homemade icing that tasted like the kind my Grandma Betty makes.

And so on the way home, when I wasn’t dodging the moose on the road or defending my 4th place finish in Zilch to Honeydew, I got to thinking about Grandma Betty, and Grandma Ivey, and Christmases gone by … Christmases I spent in Dixie.

At Christmastime, a Southern kid gets to play in Southern snow, the kind you find filling up the ditches of every red dirt road in the deep South, and littering all the blacktop that leads to the gin.  The kind that gets harvested each fall, and is often ginned and sitting in soft heaps in warehouses by Christmastime.

Cotton, of course.

And now, with the strains of my favorite Alabama Christmas song playing softly in the background, I think I will have some fig preserves on a biscuit, give thanks that I was born a Southern girl, and go to bed.

Christmas in Dixie – Alabama

By now in New York City

There’s snow on the ground …

And out in California

The sunshine’s falling down …

And maybe down in Memphis, Graceland’s all in lights …

And in Atlanta, Georgia, there’s peace on earth tonight …

Christmas in Dixie, its snowing in the pines …

Merry Christmas from Dixie to everyone tonight.

Its windy in Chicago

The kids are out of school …

There’s magic in Motown

The city’s on the move …

In Jackson, Mississippi to Charlotte, Caroline …

And all across the Nation, it’s a peaceful Christmas time …

Christmas in Dixie, it’s snowing in the pines …

Merry Christmas from Dixie, to everyone tonight …

And from Fort Payne, Alabama … Merry Christmas tonight.

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