You know, Christmas is coming up pretty darn fast. I mean, we could barely push out Thanksgiving before Santa and his reindeer were staring at you from every corner. And now it’s only a few days away. Sometimes it’s hard to believe. I heard a little Christmas story, I hope you don’t mind if I share.
Once upon a time, there was a small, quaint little town in a magical place called Georgia. The locals of the town call it “Winder” and to everyone else it’s known as — well… “Winder.”
This was no ordinary town though; for this town had it’s on unique personality. Around every corner there was a fried chicken joint to satisfy every fried chicken flavor craving. And on every other corner, there were liquor stores to quench every thirst. The locals were especially happy that liquor could now be sold on Sundays, and the whole town rejoiced.