You know the stereotypical image: It’s cold and snowy outside, but inside everyone is sitting around a glowing fire sipping hot cocoa in slippers and PJs — or eggnog in slacks and blazers. It’s the kind of Christmas everyone seems to want, and it is wonderful. I’ve enjoyed a few myself.
But you know what’s also nice at Christmas? Sitting on a sunny front porch in 80-degree weather sipping a chilled Manhattan and munching on Ritz crackers and pimento cheese. In fact, I think if Jesus decided to come back for his birthday, he’d much rather spend it in South Carolina than in North Dakota.
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