Here in North Carolina, yesterday’s dreary and overcast day felt like the holidays, but I found myself needing a soundtrack to truly get in the spirit. So despite my principled stance of waiting until December to turn up the music, I shuffled my Christmas playlist and took a trip down memory lane.
Growing up in Florida, I dreamed of a white Christmas. A Christmas where we would take our horse-drawn sleigh across snow-covered fields before settling down before a roaring fire to roast chestnuts. I wanted to bundle up against the elements and trudge through the snow to sing carols. Yes, North Florida does have cold days, but most of the time I’d head out the door in a wool sweater that would inevitably be shed for the tank top underneath.
