So I guess Southerners will have to picture themselves singing Christmas carols
with a crazy Canadian born and raised in a hockey nation where snowmobiles and moose
meat are in abundance and where pouring maple sugar on everything is a constitutional
right. And, I mean everything! Even on godly, Heavenly-made Southern classics. I gotta
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confess this one. Drum roll, please! I put maple syrup on... BISCUITS! Yep, been there,
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∠ 圀攀搀搀椀渀最 刀攀挀攀瀀琀椀漀渀
∠ 䈀爀椀搀愀氀 ⼀ 䈀愀戀礀 匀栀漀眀攀爀
∠ 䌀漀爀瀀漀爀愀琀攀 䠀漀氀椀搀愀礀 䔀瘀攀渀琀
done that! Could I ever be forgiven for such a culinary “faux pas” and serious disloyalty
if this critical information is passed on down the Mason-Dixon line? I know gravy goes
with biscuits like peaches and cream, love and marriage, please and thank you, Sunday
mornings and church…or a big truck and a lift kit.
God bless my heart. Part of my heart was lost deep down South decades ago, Santa,
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琀漀 瘀椀攀眀 ㈀ 㔀 䠀漀氀椀搀愀礀
䌀愀琀攀爀椀渀最 䴀攀渀甀猀℀
and I am now looking for it to feel whole again. The deep South makes me wanna let my
hair down, put on my favorite jeans and my best pair of cowboy boots, sit on the tailgate
of a nice (and I mean really nice!) pick-up truck and swing my legs by a South Carolina
license plate. It makes me wanna act like I just don’t care anymore. It makes me wanna
be me. No makeup, no white coat, no crazy schedule or countless college degrees. Just
a sweet Canadian girl trying to figure out sometimes what life is all about and what God
has really planned for her besides a busy waiting room buzzing like a giant beehive and
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an endless list of expectations.
I feel grateful for God’s countless blessings and I am trying to live up to His plan with
purpose, perseverance and pure passion ( Ephesians 2:10). So I shall be waiting for you,
Santa. Your homemade cookies and glass of milk will soon be ready to tempt you. Please
let me know if you want to switch it up for Canada’s world-famous Beaver Tails. It sure
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won’t help keep your cholesterol low, but this fried pastry will send your sleigh flying high
in the Northern skies. I shall be staying up late by the fireplace this year, expecting you
with my favorite late-night snack - a big bowl of Cheerios. My beloved South and I have a
lot in common with Cheerios. In the big unpredictable bowl of life, we’ll always eventually
come together.
I will wait for a sign on Christmas Eve, Santa. Boiled peanut shells or buttermilk
biscuit crumbs by the chimney. Or, a cheap miniature souvenir palm tree like those found
in beach shops along the Grand Strand in Myrtle Beach. I know, Santa, that you can’t cut
the South out of the U.S. map and drag it through the Canadian borders, but I urge you
to show me a sign of hope that I can eventually belong there. A sign that is simple but
powerful, just like the whispers of the Holy Spirit blowing softly through our minds.
So please let me imagine that little palm tree standing tall by the frosted glass window
with a thin crescent moon above, shining its crisp bright light into the night. Yes, let me
imagine that South Carolina flag flying proudly through my icy window and wrapping my
heart like a warm and cozy winter scarf. Then I will know that my Southern path may be
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traced like a trail of light sparkling away in the night. Please, Santa, I want the South for
Christmas…and a big white pick-up truck.
Merry Christmas and God bless y’all!
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