Phelan: Wishing for a white Christmas
My best Christmas memories aren’t from eating gingerbread cookies, putting up stockings or even unwrapping my presents on Christmas morning. In fact, I don’t even remember what year my best memories come from.
I just remember that I was very, very little, that my cousins and uncle had come up from Florida, and that we were playing in the snow.
To Molly and Amanda, natives of Jacksonville, the snow was new and exciting.
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