When my family would gather for Christmas Eve dinner at my Granny’s house in North Carolina, my cousin, sister, and I would go driving around Fire Tower Mountain to look at Christmas lights after we had eaten and opened presents. Fire Tower Mountain was where all the rich people lived in Asheboro, North Carolina. Inevitably, the song Christmas in Dixie…
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