I’m a singer. Not a good one by any means, but I sing all the time. This time of year, it’s none stop Christmas carols. I sing them in the car, in the shower, while cooking dinner…
Needless to say, my kids are about sick of it. But every so often, the older one will put aside her preteen ego and join me in one of my favorite tunes – I’ll Be Home for Christmas. We use our best Bing Crosby voices and go to town. I love those moments of family bonding – you just know you’re making a memory.
Memories are an important part of Jeanne Hardt’s book, From the Ashes of Atlanta.
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