Yesterday I shared the unabridged version of our Christmas in Savannah. Today I will dazzle you with what is one of my family’s strangest and most humorous holiday traditions. Each year starting at Thanksgiving, Honey (as I affectionately refer to my husband) trades in his handsome, clean shaven Southern mama’s boy look to become the mountain man he secretly always thought he’d become “when he grew up.” In other words, he grows a beard.
It’s not the mere growth of the beard that keeps the whole family wise-cracking over Christmas week. Rather, it’s that Honey shaves it off in various, dare I say redneck, ways over the course of three or four days. Like this…
Followed by this…
Which leads up to this…
And finally culminates in the return of the man I know and love…
Welcome back Honey! xoxo