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Do you hear what I hear? 🎄

Black Friday specials began several weeks ago.

Early Black Friday sales offer hope of relief from grim trickle-down Covid19 effects. But social distancing and curbside pickup bode ill for crowds on city sidewalks.

We’ve seen ads with bright-colored boxes, dancing candies, and gay apparel; and silver bells, chimes, and versions of the traditional music pieces with their harps of gold: tidings of comfort and joy.

The Sunday before Thanksgiving, we began Christmas paperwork. We made a list and I checked it twice; we chose cards and applied mailing labels and stamps. The hearts remain, with good tidings for them, wherever they are. Our selfie in Santa hats and Covid19 masks will go with every Christmas card we write.

A week or so before Thanksgiving, Christmas yard lights popped up here and there. It’s never too early for a defiant show of good cheer. “So there, grief! Take a hike! Let nothing you dismay.”

We’ll #StayHome for Christmas. We’ll keep some little blue LED strings on the back porch and the small front-door tree, not taped around the roofline. Inside, we’ll deck the halls with a string or two, making spirits bright.

Our small Christmas tree from the 80s has grown around twenty feet. We’ve seen many Christmases here. We’ll have ourselves a merry little Christmas.

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.