I love a pineapple.
Not only are they tasty, but they represent hospitality.
And if there's one thing I long to be, it's hospitable.
Justin bought it for me as a surprise and I love it so.
My little pineapple is really suppose to be an ornament, but after traveling around our apartment,
I think it's made it's home next to the books on our window ledge.
I love the gentle nudge... be kind, love well, show grace.
When I sell liquor, it's called bootlegging;
when my patrons serve it on Lake Shore Drive, it's called hospitality.
Christmas is a season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall,
the genial flame of charity in the heart.