Tag: Covid Christmas

A Merry Covid Christmas

Dear Liza,

While you were off in the wilds of Norway in search of the Northern Lights, we were spending a quiet, rainy Christmas Day here in Portland. Grandpa Nelson has caught Covid and had a bad few days of sleeping and being miserable, but now seems to be on the mend.

We had a very helpful Zoom visit with a Nurse Practitioner named Ronnie, who prescribed meds, gave advice, and provided some much-needed confidence.



For Christmas Eve dinner, we had hoped for our traditional dinner of take out pizza, but Straight from New York on Belmont closed early and it was too cold to look further. Bridgett proposed pancakes, which suited me just fine. I’m pretty sure red wine and Hennessy goes with pancakes, right?

Auntie Katie picked up groceries for us, and some lovely tulips, as well. Our table was lovely.

On Christmas Day we opened presents, then had FaceTime visits with Bridgett’s family in San Diego and Auntie Katie and the Cousins just across town. They built wonderful gingerbread houses!


Our Christmas dinner was Danish meatballs, pasta and roasted veggies. Special Christmas plates from Aunt Chris, placemats from friend Julie, and Katie’s tulips made for a festive view.

Auntie Bridgett and I played Bananagrams, watched an episode of the Great British Baking Show Holiday special, and snuggled with Mouse on the couch. Then it was time to give Grandpa Nelson his medicine and head for bed.

Merry Christmas, get home safe, and we’ll chat soon.

Love,

Grandma Judy

Low Key Christmas

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