We did it. In spite of everything including a pandemic, we cobbled together all kinds of different Christmases and Hanukkahs to cap off a 2020 nobody will ever forget.
We made the best of it in the ways we do.
Even though I started buying family gifts in October, and even though I made a few cards, then pooped out, Christmas still seemed to sneak up on me a bit, thanks to the weather not matching the lyrics of the Christmas carols in the stores one bit.
I phone-visited for an hour with Day, Tom, Jackson and Marcus. The boys--even though one of them is clearly a man now and the other one not far behind--slept in the same room as they do every Christmas Eve, this year with Tucker.
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| I can't find Tucker in this picture, but they said he was there. |
It was a Christmasy morning of phone visits with Carlene and friends and family, then a drive out to Helotes for a beautiful sunny afternoon, going inside only for a brief puppet show by Elena and Nathan.
Gifts were given, letters and cards were written, and phones were busy all over the place. Old friendships were renewed, babies were born who will be loved, and we all found, if we were looking for it, pockets of real joy even though it looked little like it used to.
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