Tim Wildmon

AFA president

November-December 1997 –  I like eating until it hurts on Thanksgiving Day.
I like watching the Dallas Cowboys play football.
I like seeing all the people in the mall on the Friday afterwards.
I like going to the Mississippi State-Ole Miss game on the Saturday after.
I like the first day of December.
I like the annual Christmas parade on Main St. in my hometown.
I like green.
I like red.
I like assisting in the Christmas pageant at my church.
I like watching my wife Alison direct backstage at my church Christmas play.
I like seeing the camels (for real) just before they carry the wisemen into the auditorium.
I like seeing my breath at night.
I like breathing cool air.
I like hot coffee.
I like hot chocolate.
I like my fake Christmas tree.
I like decorating it.
I like our Christmas tree ornament with 1984 on it, the year Alison and I married.
I like a simple wreath on my door.
I like the fancy decorations in my neighbor’s yard.
I like the gaudy decorations in my other neighbor’s yard.
I like driving through my sister’s neighborhood where they go all out on lights and decorations.
I like my church decorated.
I like wearing sweaters.
I like getting cards from across the country and taping them to my office door.
I like seeing New York City all adorned on television.
I like hearing Alabama sing Christmas in Dixie.
I like Bing Crosby singing White Christmas.
I like a congregation singing Joy to the World.
I like watching Home Alone.
I like caroling even though I can’t sing.
I like watching It’s a Wonderful Life over and over again.
I like remembering Christmas as a kid.
I like remembering my three late grandparents.
I like Charles Dickens.
I like Burl Ives.
I like everybody being a little nicer.
I like having some friends over to our house.
I like spice tea.
I like one piece of divinity candy.
I like having to defrost my car windows.
I like seeing greeting cards in my mailbox.
I like watching A Charlie Brown Christmas on television.
I like reading the poem One Solitary Life.
I like seeing my aunts, uncles and cousins.
I like to hear Nat King Cole sing The Christmas Song.
I like seeing my three children playing with their cousins as I used to do.
I like Jack Frost nipping at my nose.
I like staying up late and getting the surprises out of the attic.
I like waving at folks I don’t know.
I like going to my parents’ house on Christmas Eve.
I like my mom’s Christmas Eve lasagna and going to Holy Communion after we eat.
I like dreaming about a white Christmas.
I like all the stores closing on Christmas day.
I like video taping Christmas morning when the children open the gifts.
I like smoked turkey.
I like deviled eggs.
I like bowl games.
I like baked apples.
I like pine trees.
I like exchanging gifts.
I like receiving cologne.
I like tinsel.
I like brown grass.
I like sitting by the fireplace.
I like my van packed with toys.
I like yellow cake with caramel icing.
I like kissing Alison under the mistletoe.
I like wrapping paper all over the den.
I like emptying stockings even though I filled them up the night before.
I like one bite of fruit cake and then I remember why I only like one bite.
I like asking people what the green things are in fruit cake.
I like getting out old pictures from Christmases gone by.
I like watching my kids ride their new bikes.
I like saying, “Do you remember the Christmas when we....”
I like the weatherman saying radar has detected an unidentified flying object from the North Pole.
I like my children telling me they can’t go to sleep.
I like imagination.
I like hearing my children laugh.
I like hearing the Twelve Days of Christmas even though I don’t want any of that stuff.
I like America.
I like Mississippi.
I like home.
I love Alison, Wriley,  Wesley, and Walker.
I love the Christ Child who is my Risen Savior.