I’ve shared this with you all for the past three years. We are listening to it right now as Ellen decorates some gingerbread cookies, Clay surfs the web, the two little boys are sitting at the dining room table listening intently, Seth is lounging on the couch and I just put some cookie dough in the fridge to chill. We love this story, I hope you have time to listen to it with your family.
Many, many, many years ago on a Christmas Eve morning Clay and I awoke to our radio alarm clock which was and is always set to the local NPR station. The voice that woke us up that particular morning was that of an older man. His voice was low and smooth with a slight country twang. Instead of rolling over and punching the snooze button for just ten more minutes of sleep, Clay and I were instantly mesmerized by the the man’s story and we lay quietly on our sides smiling into each other’s faces with the delight of being awake in the quiet morning and having the sweet moment of hearing this story. That was at least 13 years ago.
Now, every year around Christmas we search for John Henry Faulk’s Christmas Story to play for our children. It’s more delightful every year. I hope you can take the time to read it, or listen to it during this Christmas season. I will forever call candy canes, stripedy candy.