At least we're certainly hoping that this Christmas holiday will not need to be repeated. No family gatherings, no Solstice party, and certainly no big gala for New Year's Eve.
Still, it's giving us memories we won't forget.
Think of the stories from the pandemic of 1918 -- the year my father was born. I can only imagine how worried my gramma must have been, hoping she wouldn't get sick while she was pregnant.
We'll all have our own stories, though I'm sure we'll be happier when they're well in the rear-view mirror.
Onward, towards the new year, but for now, let's celebrate Christmas.
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Thank you Heidi for your blog and for your advent calendar. Happy wishes to you in the coming year.
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