Let's count our blessings. The lady at the checkout at Publix supermarket said "Merry Christmas" not "Happy Holidays". And unlike Easter, we'll actually be able to get to church, although we had to make reservations way ahead of time, have to get to the Cathedral half an hour before and stand in line, masked up, to be checked off, sit where we're told to sit and so on. But it's so much better than doing it virtually.
Sadly no big family Christmas, though there'll be enough zoom sessions with various sets of relations to make it seem almost like a string of parties.
We actually got our tree in time this year so didn't have to make do with a straggly one.
Here it is, being strapped on top of the Volvo. What Volvos were made for of course, though they wouldn't expect 80 degrees and palm trees.
Someone must have sold the street a job lot. A couple of houses down...
There was another one!
Around the corner, he'd arrived by helicopter.