Savannah Christmas Eve

I'm not in Savannah for Christmas Eve, but this is what it will look like. Imagine walking down her quiet streets, under the canopy of long live oak limbs dripping with spanish moss, glancing at the stoops and peering into the windows on Jones Street. Occasionally, the sound of laughter and gaiety echoes on the brick streets. The tour carriages and horses are stowed away and the residents of Savannah gather around their hearths to feel the warmth of family and faith, joyous because the Savior has been born, taught us how to live, died, and atoned for our sins. The perfect world in my mind's eye...Merry CHRISTmas to all, and to all a good night.