Pandemic Christmas
Christmas isn't a season. It's a feeling. - Elba Ferber
The title may sound negative but its not intended to be that way. Its just the way things have fallen this year. The way things are right now. I began this blog in an attempt to replace the Christmas newsletters I used to email to everyone. Now I can email the link to this blog instead. Of course, I hope to hear opinions on this. Do you prefer the newsletter? Or can this blog accomplish the same thing? Please let me know what you think.
And speaking of what you think. What do you make of my Christmas tree this year? I wanted to decorate earlier than my traditional day (the day after Thanksgiving) but still ended up following my usual tradition. I decided to return the traditional white and colored lights to the tree only I still kept the tree dazzling lights as well. Its all so pretty. Somehow I managed to put everything on the tree myself. All the lights, the decorations. Everything. I've always had help so this feels so special to me. Everything looks just right. Well I think so anyway. This year has been depressing on so many levels. Covid 19 and its effects (and I'm not only talking about the people its taken) has many people not wanting to celebrate. I myself won't say I'm celebrating. A kind man who interviewed me years ago passed away from the virus. He gave me my first interview on his podcast. Not long after my first book Love Child had been published he interviewed me. I've seen my mom like twice this year. I've been home and our lives have changed. As it stands lets see if we still have our house when its all said and done.
Its depressing yes. But I must resist any temptation to brood and not decorate. Celebrating is not mandatory, but I can decorate. I can take comfort from the beauty of Christmas lights and festive red. I can take comfort from the uplifting Christmas music (most of it anyway) and neighborhood and the loveliness of the season. We can all take some refuge from this, especially if we are faced with a second wave. Speaking for me I will say that it has helped lift some morale. Its helped me feel comfort and hope for some future. I'm counting and hoping. Its all I can do. I miss my mom in Brooklyn but we have spoken on Facetime. Its better than nothing. At least with this format we've been able to see each other.
Saying all this I do want to take a moment to extend my condolences to anyone who has experienced loss during this difficult time. You are in my thoughts.
It is Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air. - W.T Ellis
CHRISTMAS THROWBACK
Remember this from the newsletter? I will always love Christmas nostalgia. This is my nephew Luis holding my son Jason back during the 1997 Christmas season. Luis passed away in September of 2019 when he was hit by a car. Jason is now 23. This picture was taken in Sunset Park Brooklyn not long after we first moved to the area.
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