Your fondest Christmas memories are often the unusual ones. For me, that’s coming out of the church at about 1 a.m. Christmas Morning. We had sung a beautiful Midnight Mass, and I had stayed behind with a couple of other folks to help The Rev. Bill Hudson lock up. As we walked out, the sky was clear and a full moon shone on a light, twinkling dust of snow. In Alabama. While we were inside praising God, he pulled a little miracle out of his sleeve and left us just enough snow to be beautiful.Readers, I have been so busy with my book and computer issues lately that I haven’t blogged regularly. I’m going to try to fix that. I’ll try to blog just as I get up every morning!