3 August 2020
I keep hearing Christmas songs. My dad’s been musing out loud about how we can take a “family vacation” to Florida if the US is cleared up in November, December, and January. I can’t fathom it any more now than I could last year. Really, I can’t even imagine Christmas or the holiday season, nor do I seem to care to. There’s not a lot of memories or experiences or joy that I have a desire to constantly share with my family anymore; vacations and holidays seem to have moved to the top of that ladder.
In all fairness, I wasn’t really anticipating “Christmas” so much as I was looking forward to just a general “winter”- the month of December, relatively cold and snowy, spent overseas, in Germany, in front of a fireplace, tangled together like bretzel.