Here we are, heading into another COVID Christmas, and with the Omicron variant just to heighten the worry. Not how most of us expected or wanted to spend Christmas 2021. Still, if one considers the first Christmas, the holy family were away from home, with no room at the inn, under at foreign ruler, paying onerous taxes, and with a birth imminent. Cutting down on big gatherings may not be such a hardship.
To cheer my readers, I’ve written a Christmas short story — something to do while you are not visiting. It is available through my newsletter. You’ll have to sign up for my newsletter to get the whole thing. I use a two-step verification method so you’ll receive an e-mail asking you to confirm your sign-up. Then you get the rest of the story.
Miracle on My Street
“How big is that turkey?” Her husband, Brad, looked doubtfully at the monstrous bird resting on the counter.
“Twenty-five pounds.” Gillian pursed her lips and walked around the counter, considering the bird from all directions.
“What?” Brad’s voice rose in a kind of shriek. “How many are we feeding?”
“I’m not sure.” She ran her fingers through her hair scrunching the curls between her fingers.
“You do remember that we still have to keep gatherings small? COVID isn’t finished with us yet.”
“I know. Only Melanie and her family are coming for Christmas dinner.”
“So why the giant bird?”
“Not really sure.” She shrugged. “I was standing in the grocery store looking for a small one when this man told me to buy the big one.”
“You let a stranger decide our Christmas dinner?”
“Not entirely,” she defended herself. “I could have said no, but there was just something about his certainty.” She shrugged and pulled a wry face. “I had the strangest feeling we’d need lots of food.” She poked a finger into the frozen breast. “We can always use left-overs.”
“Until Easter,” Brad growled.
“I can make care packages for the boys.” She scooped the giant turkey into her arms and wrestled it into the refrigerator. “Tim and Josh live close enough for a quick outdoor visit.”
“Not sure your daughters-in-law will thank you. They’ll have made their own preparations.”
“I’ve already bought the turkey, Brad.” She glowered at her husband, piling her general crankiness onto his shoulders. Christmas was supposed to be a season of good will, but their house thrummed with tension. The argument over the turkey was just a symptom of the general malaise in their household. She missed her friends and her daughter. Brad missed the office and his sons. Even with restrictions easing, they both missed the life they’d had before the pandemic.
“What about Aunt Ethel?”
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Wishing everyone a happy and safe Christmas season.