Because I'm bad at blogging everyday, and am now 2 days behind. I will give you 2 stories today, and 2 tomorrow...it's getting hard to think of these things!
Story #1:
Our very first Christmas in Florida I was in the third grade. Mom worked with the children’s ministry, and conducted the children’s choir. That Christmas the children’s program was the nativity story. We were wrapped in what felt like yards of cloth, that smelled like it had been stored in and attic for about 10 years; probably because they had been. Because of the lack of little girls at the church, and because my Mommy was the director, I got to be Mary. Hurt Head stared as the baby Jesus. My one line in the performance was “And they said that his name was Jesus” which came during a song that the shepherds were singing.

Story#2
At some point in our time in Florida, I’m not sure of which Christmas it was (I’m leaning towards the helmet hair one) Daddy decided that because we lived in Florida, and there weren’t “Christmas” trees that grew in our area, we should have a tree native to our area. We had a palm tree for Christmas. As odd as it sounds, it was actually quite pretty. We bought one from a nursery, so that we could plant it after Christmas. We wrapped it in white lights, and had to buy delicate gold ornaments to hang from the leaves, because all of our other ornaments were too heavy. Once decorated, it was beautiful. After Christmas (but before New Year, because it’s bad luck to go into the new year with your tree still up), we planted the palm in our front yard.
I was looking at our old house on Google the other day, and that palm is still there.