Our traditions have been waking up on Christmas morning and feasting on a southern breakfast. I'm from the South. We eat grits and biscuits and gravy and eggs with Ritz crackers and country ham, bacon, you name it.
In the southern hemisphere, covering the Christmas tree with fake snow even though winter has nothing to do with the birth of Christ.
A good conscience is a continual Christmas.
Yes, sir. I'm a real Southern boy. I got a red neck, white socks, and Blue Ribbon beer.