Dear Liza,
We are usually a two-holiday household. We tag-team on Hannukah and Christmas, Easter and Passover. We find something to celebrate in everything.
We sort of take on the More is More philosophy.
But this year is a bit different. I got sick on the first day of Hannukah and haven’t been out the front door since. Getting out of bed for a shower requires both preparation and recovery time.
Needless to say, we are downplaying the holidays. My Advent calendar games of ball toss and charades are beyond our capacity, and I still can’t taste most of the Christmas goodies.
We are still finding joy, but with low energy and quiet volume, it’s hard to see from the outside. But never fear. A hand squeeze, a hot cup of tea, and getting teary-eyed when Kermit sings “One More Sleep ‘til Christmas” will see us through until the virus is banished.
Love,
Grandma Judy
Dear Liza 