The Covid Grinch Just Stole Christmas

Gladys R. Bates
Nov 30, 2020 · 4 min read
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The telephone call came the other night. My sister informed me that the big family Christmas gathering is definitely off because of covid. Ya, the Covid Grinch just stole my Christmas away — ho, ho, ho! I am so sad. It wasn’t a shock I was actually expecting this. I was so looking forward to this Christmas because I missed the last Christmas gathering because of a chest and cold infection. Who knew that this year would be worse, that covid would steal all of our Christmas’ away?

To be safe this Christmas is a gift we all need to appreciate. Nobody wants a ventilator for Christmas! It really makes me appreciate the memories of all the great Christmas’ when we all could and did get together. After all, the family is everything. I really miss seeing people and all the hugs. It will hit everyone especially hard on Christmas Day. I will miss the big dinner with all the fancy trimmings, my sister’s great cooking. I will miss all the kiddies opening their presents. There is a new baby in the family that I still have not met. Ya, covid is a real bitch — covid doesn’t care!

Christmas shopping is not happening for me. I refuse to go to all those crowded stores. There is a lockdown in Toronto and curbside pickup really is not my thing. I guess gift cards will be my only option as I really don’t shop much online. Most people prefer them anyway. The only thing I won’t miss is my Secret Santa gifts which actually were a bust the last couple of years. I am pretty sure that my gifts had to be re-gifted ones but who am I to judge? Shhhh…. don’t tell anybody!

I have been watching sappy Christmas themed movies for weeks now on TV. Not sure I will be able to stomach another one on Christmas Day. Duh…. what is wrong with me? It is so funny how the lack of running around with your head cut off shopping and not hearing all the Christmas music or seeing kids on Santa’s knee in the mall has dampened my Christmas spirit. I kinda got a bolt of the old spirit back the other day decorating my beautiful Christmas tree. It snowed the other day and that helped but alas the rain has now washed it all away. Darn!

If I was crafty I could make Christmas stuff to give away. If I did not have a compromised immune system — hey, I could volunteer and cook meals for homeless people. I guess my gift to the world is my writing. Ya, you're stuck with that sorry to say. If only, I could find something funny to say right now. If only I did not feel sorry for myself. If only….. I could save Christmas!!!!

I guess the only thing we can do right now is being grateful for the gifts we do have. Being thankful for our health, our family even from afar, the fact that we wake up every morning. Being thankful that we don’t wake up hungry — not everyone is so fortunate. We have so many things that we really should be thankful for — the air we breathe, the oceans we fish, the animals and plants that give us food. The world really is a beautiful place if you think of it this way.

Sometimes I think about all the people who have lost their lives to covid. How cruel for them and how their families suffered in those final days. I say a prayer for all the healthcare workers and worry about how they make it through their day. The best Christmas gift ever would be to have a vaccine that is safe and saves us from this covid hell were all living in right now. On the news the other day I see there are at least three promising ones that look like they might be the answer to our prayers. It looks hopeful! Thank God for that.

Finally, I would like to hope the world will be a kinder and more empathetic place. That we learned valuable lessons from all of this and care more about the things that really matter — world peace, stamping out homelessness and hunger, and the love of family and friends. If our eyes have not opened with all of this going on then as a society we are lost — and that would be just so sad.

Covid Grinch you are a real…. bitch. But, we are stronger, we are smarter, and we are gonna kick your ass to the curb. Wear a mask everybody, social distance, and stay safe — and, hopefully, next year we can have a real Christmas!

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Gladys R. Bates

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The author of Lisa’s Story. A true story. I wrote Lisa’s Story to save lives. To raise awareness about Addison’s Disease.

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Gladys R. Bates

Written by

The author of Lisa’s Story. A true story. I wrote Lisa’s Story to save lives. To raise awareness about Addison’s Disease.

An Idea (by Ingenious Piece)

No Matter What People Tell You, Words And Ideas Can Change The World.

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