Ready or not, Christmas is here.
The mad rush to buy presents, decorate the house, cook tons of food and mail Christmas cards is entering a fever pitch. In just a few days, the “Big Day” will be here.
I still have vivid childhood memories of Christmas Day while growing up in the central Georgia town of Monticello.
It seemed Christmas Eve was always the toughest night to go to sleep.
No matter how many times I tossed and turned, flipped the pillow over or tried to force myself into dreamland, it was no use. (I suppose I should have tried reading a book as I recall back then that was a sure-fire way to make me go to dreamland.) Eventually, Christmas morning would arrive, and I was always blessed with new items that would be the center of my attention — for a little while anyway.
Another part of Christmas morning I always enjoyed was the visit to my grandparents’ house located just down the road from where I grew up. The ritual Christmas morning visit to Pop and Nanny’s house is something I still remember, cherish and miss to this day.
The table would be full of all the right Southern breakfast items from scrambled eggs to biscuits to bacon. It simply couldn’t be beat.