Today would have been my father’s 84th birthday. He was an avid auto racing enthusiast (especially NASCAR), a Scrabble aficionado, and a man of deep faith. He was also an Andy Griffith fan, and in many ways reminded me of him: tall, lean and dark-haired with a hard work ethic and general down-home demeanor.
I don’t know of any NASCAR drivers who sing Christmas carols, but lucky for me Andy Griffith did. I bought his Christmas album for Dad the year he and mom finally bought a van with a CD player.
Today’s selection is in memory of my dad. It was one of his favorites and one that even after five years, I can still hear him singing along to in my head.
