Christmas Eve was a study in contrasts.
It started with a nice, quiet visit with my parents. Then at Mike's house we are bombarded by a rap video featuring my nephew and four foxettes from UGA, played at jumbo jet decibel levels. Mike said it put him in the holiday mood. He meant it.
Next thing I know I am sitting next to my wife in our beautiful church in ATL. Everyone is singing Silent Night. It's all very moving. But me, I've still got Taylor's redneck rap rattling around in my head.
Someone please, make it stop.
Bob