We’ve just about made it to the end of 2020. Hard to believe, isn’t it? In some ways it still feels like March, am I right?
Here we are and it’s December 24. We’re a week away from the end of one of the most tumultuous years in history.
It’s Christmas Eve and I can’t say that I’m doing anything to celebrate this year. I didn’t decorate. I didn’t put up a tree. I haven’t bought any presents. I was planning to make some Christmas cards for my young cousins… but I haven’t even started working on those. What’s wrong with me?
That was rhetorical. I don’t really want an answer to that. I’m not sure my ego could handle it.
I’ll get around to the cards, I’m sure. Worst case scenario, I can mail them to the kids after Christmas is over. It’s not like the Amazon gift cards found within will be unspendable after December 26.
Today has been a fairly relaxed day. I’ve spent a lot of time cleaning up my apartment because I didn’t have a lot to do much for work. My mom and stepfather are coming over for a while tomorrow, so I want the place to look like I haven’t been a recluse for the last nine months.
The big family Christmas has been cancelled this year. We’re playing it safe. I know there are a lot of people who aren’t playing it safe this holiday season, which is a shame. But, as much as I’m going to miss seeing extended family from out of town that I only see at Christmas, I’m glad we’re not taking unnecessary risks with our collective health.
And that’s pretty much all I’ve got for today. Wherever you are, however you celebrate, whatever you celebrate, even if you aren’t celebrating… may your days be merry and bright. Merry Christmas, kids!