"Beachy" Christmas    This past Christmas my family and I loaded up the car and headed to the choppy Gulf of Mexico; Orange Beach, Alabama to be exact.   A “vacation present” was not new to me and my brother.   We loved leaving for holidays to get away from the cold rush and stampeding craziness.   The loss of my dad back in 2008 was another looming reason we wanted to “get away from it all”.   We needed to refresh our minds and souls with salty dew.   We needed to make new “memory days” as my dad would call them.   So, we loaded up “sand fun” and a couple presents in tow and followed the sunny asphalt.   4 hours trailed behind the blue car and we finally reached the misty smitten hotel.   “It’s beautiful! I can’t believe we’re at the Gulf again!”   Joy clamored from all of us as we walked through the sliding doors.   I followed the “coffee trail” to the “palmy” view in the distance.   God’s beauty moved rushing waters and windy whips of sand.   I prance