All I Want for Christmas

All I Want for Christmas

I’m old enough to remember the cheesy song of a child wishing for two front teeth so he could wish us all a “Merry Christmas.” If you are too young to remember that one, lighten up a Christmas party by asking someone to sing it for you. In the cheesy vein, I suppose I could wish for hair, since I still have my teeth.

For ten years, I rounded the curve at the top of the hill on the way to work. The Trevecca campus was visible just over the horizon, beyond the Volunteer Express trucking company. Often, as I took in the sight, I repeated a prayer: Lord, bless the business of these people so much that they will need more land to operate and will sell us theirs at a reasonable price.

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