You're listening to Sean of the South, and I am your host, Sean Dietrich.

It is the Christmas season in this week coming you live from Montgomery, Alabama.

This week it snowed in Alabama, which made it feel all the more Christmassy.

I walked out of my hotel room when the snow hit.

I looked up into the sky and I saw tiny white flakes falling from a purple blue night,

making the humid city of the South look like a winter wonderland.

Merry Christmas.

Thank you. Merry Christmas. The earliest song I ever sung in public.

Oh, little town of Bethlehem,

how still we see thee lie.

Above thy deep and dreamless sleep

the silent stars go by,

yet in thy dark streets shines, the everlasting life, the hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight

for Christ is born of Mary

and gathered all above

while mortals sleep and angels keep their watching wandering love

O morning stars together proclaim his holy birth

And praises sing to God the king and peace to men on earth.

When I first sang this song in public, I was eight years old.

I wore a white choir robe with a red collar and I had practiced this song for roughly two weeks on end every

day after school. And during my moment of truth, I waltz to the center of the stage, holding a small

candle for the Christmas Eve candlelight service. The only problem was I had deemed it necessary to remove the white paper disc that shielded my hand from the dripping wax.

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