The Deep South has a whispy nature, an ear of almost whining wind, akin to scratching strings of a worn violin or distressed wail. The sway is gentle.
Even though we drove through the night, the day beckoned us with promises of carols intertwined with stage. So, sommkid and I made our way to the Thomasville Center for the Arts to view an refreshed version of “A Christmas Carol” by the Red Hills Players.
Built in 1915, the center was originally the first public school in Thomasville, and has been restored to a community art mecca for the bustling town.
Each room restored with care, the floors squeak in memories of harried children, while the walls reflect beauty and history of the area.
The harmonies of the young singers were layered with care, the vibrancy of their voices rang with Victorian spirit. Sommkid sat on the edge of her seat, feverishly applauding every chorus.
We emerged the play refreshed in holiday spirit, de-Scrooged of months past in wallow and decay. Our souls revived.
As we walked out in a thick mist of evening fog, I promised myself this Christmas would be deep in love and tenderness, full of understanding and patience. I may even pair it with a Domaine Pierre Guindon Coteaux D’Ancenis Cabernet Franc.
Hailing from vines planted in 1973, this Loire Valley wine is luscious in deep, complex flavors, ripe with dark fruit and a hint of spice. A soft finish to sip by the fire. A perfect end to a slow, Deep South day.
A day for revival. A refresh of our minds, our souls, and our palettes.
No BahHumbugs here. Cheers, y’all.
