Christmas. But it doesn’t feel like it this year. There have been other tough years. But this one is particularly morose.
Isolation.
The province allowed us to bring Mom to our house as she is single and lives by herself. But it seems weird. Like a sneaky spy novel where we are hiding from Big Brother. Sad really.
Our usual Christmas Eve dinner with friends and family was aborted. Nothing this year.
I rang the Xmas bell from the deck at 6 pm last night but I was the only one in our area. We knew others throughout the city were participating but couldn’t hear any of them.