How the Ya Ya Sistahs saved Christmas

I am typically the Christmas Nazi. The tree must be Real and Perfect (well, Perfect in a ghetto baby kind of way). The stockings are hung by the chimney with care. The nativity scene is centered on the buffet in the dining room…. Well, this year, the Christmas Nazi couldn’t bring it. I had no capacity to put the “Merry” in “Christmas”. And I had no intention of trying. So I did the only thing any self-respecting mother of three high-Christmas-expectation-having children could do: I bought four plane tickets, and I headed to New Orleans to visit the Ya Ya Sistahs. And the Ya Ya Sistahs saved Christmas. Read more at www.modernagemom.com