The last few weeks have rushed by. Work continued to be busy straight up until I closed my laptop on the 23rd, long after everyone else in the house had eaten dinner.
Other than a single day next week scheduled to play catch up, I’m on vacation until the new year, and so is my family. Christmas Eve, which would normally be centered around visits to family and friends, dinner with my parents, and food preparation for a big Christmas dinner, is even quieter than we thought it would be, while we wait for someone who has potentially exposed us to Covid-19 to get test results back. We’re all fine, just waiting.
My son has started talking about the things he doesn’t want to end after the pandemic does. Mostly he wishes I could be home like I am now. I do too, and I’m working to limit my travel after this ends. We know we have months ahead of us yet, but everyone seems to instinctively also know that this, too, shall pass.
Today is for baking – my friend Claire’s gingerbread cookie recipe is a requirement for Christmas for more than 20 years now, maybe a few more sugar cookies too. And Eli will try his hand at Pierogies, a warm reminder for both of us of our childhoods. That, combined with homemade apple sauce, kielbasa from a polish shop nearby and a few other items will be a fun meal and homage to our shared Polish ancestry. Even in our quarantine, we will celebrate.
I hope all of you have a warm and merry holiday filled with love. From our home to yours, happy holidays.