Making Goose

Now, I admit, the sight of the holler all prettied up in strings of twinklin’ lights always gets me a bit sentimental. We hope for snow to cover up the sad-looking trees we had to look at all fall… and, I admit, so we can see deer tracks huntin’ season.

Well, afore I get too far off on a tangent, let me get back to my point about sentimentality. Twinklin’ lights make me think of Christmases with Ma, Pa—afore they were Granny Beth and Poppy Lloyd—my older brother, Virgil, and my younger si...