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So, this is Covid Christmas.


So this is a Covid Christmas. 

I awoke to news of food lines, moms fearing eviction and an explosion in Nashville. 

I have friends dreading the day of memories they know they will remember. Memories of when they were with their parent for the holidays, the parent who passed away in a hospital far from the kisses and hugs of their loved ones. They said goodbye via a video chat. Too many of my friends have that day ahead of them today. 

My kids are safe but not without worry. They all are already in unemployment limbo as they wait for the State of Tennessee to approve their extension but it will not matter much if the Covid relief bill is not signed by midnight tonight. 

I'm not good at pretending - 

It is hard to be in the Christmas spirit with all of this happening - 

Happening during a time we're stuck in the upper level of the home we rent while we await the renovations to be completed after toxic mold has been remediated. 

No, you can't make this shit up. 

There are no presents awaiting eager recipients

There is no tree 

The one thing keeping me going this year is I have my children with me. We all live together. 

I have my family. 

We will do our best not to talk about the bleakness of tomorrow. 

We will eat our Christmas dinner, together. 

We will try as hard as we can to keep hope alive, the true meaning of the day. 

We believed and still do, in better tomorrows for all.....

Evil will not win in this house today. 


“How the Grinch Stole Christmas” by Dr. Suess


…So he paused. And the Grinch put his hand to his ear.

And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.

It started in low. Then it started to grow.

But the sound wasn't sad! Why, this sound sounded merry!

It couldn't be so! But it WAS merry! VERY!

He stared down at Whoville! The Grinch popped his eyes!

Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise!

Every Who down in Whoville, the tall and the small,

Was singing! Without any presents at all!

He HADN'T stopped Christmas from coming! IT CAME!

Somehow or other, it came just the same!

And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow,

Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?"

"It came with out ribbons! It came without tags!"

"It came without packages, boxes or bags!"

And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.

Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before!

"Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store."

"Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!”… 



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