Happy Christmas to you and yours in your protective bubble.
This indeed will be a holiday season like no other ever experienced in our lifetime. Although I think there are older folks who would say Christmas 1941 was no picnic for America.
So Santa is masked and presents are being bought on-line and you need to pick the six or so friends that can be in your house at any one time.
We will get through it. I think.
Business on this blog, as it does every year at this time, will be normal. And, by that, I mean we celebrate Christmas. If you're looking for the appreciation of Kwanzaa, go check out Maxine Waters' blog. Assuming we could put two coherent sentences together.
Most of the upcoming entries will be Christmas-related and designed to put a Noel smile on your face. Since this will be the fourteenth Yuletide we have spent together here, there will be some posts that might look a little...well...familiar to you. That's because I am probably repeating them. But, if you are willing to watch "A Charlie Brown Christmas" for the eightieth time, you can certainly sift through some comedy here for a second or third time.
It's all about holiday tradition.
And let the merriment start. On, Donner. On. Blitzen. Oh, wait. Blitzen just tested positive.
All reindeer will report back to the North Pole for quarantining.
Dinner last night: Salad.
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