Early this morning, North Carolina had its first earthquake in 94 years, a magnitude 5.1. Thankfully no reports of injuries, just some lost bags of flour and bottles of Sunkist at grocery stores, some disturbed sleep and foundations, but here’s the most important part: the earthquake’s epicenter was Sparta, the very small town where we used to go cut down our Christmas tree every year, ie, one of my favorite places in the world and the very reason Morrison and I wed in the NC mountains. I REPEAT, EARTHQUAKE IN CHRISTMAS TREE TOWN. Hallmark Channel, if you’re listening / reading (aren’t you always?) PICTURE THIS: a family’s picture perfect Christmas is disrupted by an early morning earthquake…forcing them all to find flashlights and also THE TRUE MEANING OF CHRISTMAS. I’ll just wait.