Well, it looks like we’re all going to have to do a Covid Christmas.
No big family gatherings. No kisses from the grandparents. No sitting on Santa’s lap and getting arrested for ‘inappropriate behaviour.’
Instead, we’re determined, perhaps more than most years, to make this the best Christmas possible.
What does that look like, well first, why don’t we see where the world is at?
The UK and US are on a full rollout of the vaccines. William Shakespeare was one of the first to get a shot. I’ll leave the jokes to you.
In Japan, hyper-realistic masks (not Covid masks) have gone on sale and I wonder, who would I look like if I could look like anyone? I mean, it would be awesome to have Brad Pitt’s face, but putting that face on a John Candy body kinda ruins the experience, doesn’t it?
In BC, Big White had to fire a bunch of Covidiots for “breaking a social responsibility contract, after health officials announced that 60 confirmed cases of COVID-19 had been linked to the resort.” Gosh. Come-on party goers. If I can postpone D&D or The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World can put off seeing her Baba, I’m pretty sure doing belly shots off that hot German blonde or dirty dancing with that cute Australian can be postponed as well. Am I right? Can I get me an Amen, brother?
But while I can’t stop idiots from being idiots, I can try to make our Christmas just a little more special. There is a neat article here about someone who went minimalist, but we went the other way, like a drunken Santa in an all-you-can-eat cookie store.
The boys put up all the lights that we had. To be fair, we’re not the Griswalds, but we did our best to light up our trees and bushes. Then we put up both the Christmas blow-ups, though sadly, the traditional Christmas Tyrannosaurus Rex died last year of a severe puncture wound. Then we decked our halls with more lights, put up the Christmas tree a full two weeks before we usually do.
Then, we put out every single Christmas-ie thing we own. Even our Christmas plates.
But, Joe, ok, that’s not REALLY stepping it up, is it?
And you’d be right, so hold on to your elf hats. The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World and I did Christmas cards!
A Christmas miracle, you say? Yes. Not, perhaps, as big as the birth of Jesus, but I’d say a close second. I think I spelt miracle wrong on some of them, but then I was probably half in the bag by the 400th card.
AND then, we all managed to get our Christmas shopping done a good 10 days before, you know, actual Christmas. Now I get that most people do this, but we’re famous for running around on the 24th looking for a lego ski set or chocolate shaped like a piano, so this is a huge win for us. HUGE.
Plus, by getting the presents all wrapped and under the tree, we created a sense of excitement (ok, the excitement is mostly The-Youngest and me, but whatever, there’s excitement.)
Perhaps a more accurate description of what we’ve done is create a sense of normality.
Nothing says the world is going to be fine like a fake tree lit up by eco-friendly lights, and guarded by a curious Spazadoodle.
I doubt The-Youngest will be getting a $400 bike stand (I think he puts those on there on the off chance that I develop full-on dementia and buy it for him.) Nor will The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World get what she wants most (to share Christmas with her MASSIVE family).
But it should be the best Christmas we can do.
There’ll be a full-on turkey dinner cooked by me (so, in other words, a dry turkey, under-mashed potatoes, and Brussel sprouts that no one will eat), there’ll be some Christmas cookies cooked by The-Youngest (half of which he’ll eat before they even see a plate), there’ll be some Christmas music played by The-Oldest (original stuff he’s written, too) and, of course, there’ll be the way The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World’s eyes light up when she sees her boys happy (or opens a giant box of chocolate liquors.)
I’m looking forward to the 25th in a way I haven’t looked forward-to much in 2020.
What plans do you have?