black reverend
We had arrived in my husband's home town. It was really just a small village with a main street that looks like it came right out of a painting. The town was beautifully decorated for Christmas; all the lamp poles had colored lights running up and down them. A fresh carpet of snow blanketed the town; this place could really get you in the Christmas mood.There were so many of his family members in town that there was no room for us at his parent's house so Don had already made reservation at a...