Christmas? Or, is it?
For me, that answer is maybe. In the year of the Corona Pandemic, things just haven’t been the same. Or, typical in the slightest. It’s all such a blur of days rolling together. I work 5 days, then have 2 days off, then it’s lather, rinse and repeat.
That’s not to say that things have all been bad. In fact, I wouldn’t say that at all. Things are just different. I’m blessed in that I have a good job, a nice place to live, and surrounded by family and friends. I would never even suggest that my life is bad, because it’s anything but. Instead, I would say that there have been disappointments and a lack of any real plans to look forward to this year.
The new “way of life,” as they call it of social distancing and mask-wearing depresses me. I’m a social person, and yearn for hugs and high-fives. I hate that I can’t tell if someone is smiling or grimacing when I’m out in public due to that stupid mask. Not to mention that I can’t see what the heck I’m doing half the time with my face covered and glasses fogging up.
While I’ve tried to embrace the Christmas spirit this year, it’s been a hard thing to do. I just don’t feel really festive. The magic of this time of year has faded because of that darn Covid crud. It’s become a real-life Grinch trying to steal any amount of joy we may have left. I’m all for keeping people healthy and safe, but 2020 has proved to be so exhausting. Mentally, physically, and emotionally.
So, in these last few days leading up to Christmas Day, I’m going to try to escape the grasp of that sour green guy, and remember what the true meaning of Christmas is. It’s about the birth of Jesus. His birth brought great joy to the world, and you know what? I believe it can bring us joy once again.