It was nice to take a day and not think about everything that’s going on. I guess Christmas Day is a day apart for a variety of reasons. It’s so steeped in tradition, so many people trying to hold onto something, that we suspend reality for a bit, try to capture some essence of Christmases past. This hasn’t worked for me since I was in 9th grade or so. But yesterday came closer than it has in a while.
We were immersed in the revelry of four children age 7 and under opening piles of gifts with their names on them. We savored time with family, drank some coffee, ate some freshly baked cinnamon rolls, had an egg and cheese and bacon breakfast sandwich, on an English muffin. The Amy Grant Christmas channel was playing on Pandora. We got a surprise visit (a surprise to me) from our daughter who flew in from Colorado. And I spent very little time contemplating the sludge and ugliness casting a pall over the nation. It was great.
But now it’s 12/26, and I suppose it won’t be long before the revelry is shattered by the next stupendously deprived or mind-numbingly dumb thing Donald Trump says or does.
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