It truly is.... For many of us, I know. It seems that the song Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas was written for 2020.
Someday soon we will all be together
If the fates allow
Until then, we'll have to muddle through somehow...
These were the original lyrics of the song written in 1944. They've been changed up...and several times...since. There were changes to more than the above lines...most changes reflecting the times...so do some comparing if you're curious. Yet, somehow, it's the original version that is most fitting in these times I think.
Yes, that could be an entire post in itself...but not now, not here. That's not the kind of "different" I am talking about.
And it's not even the lack of snow here in Nod....unheard of for this time of year. No, that's not the kind of "different" I'm talking about either.
And it's not my complete lack of Christmas spirit. THAT, unfortunately, is becoming a "norm" it seems. Once again, no baking here, no Christmas shopping here, no Christmas tree here. But that isn't the kind of "different" I am talking about either.
There are a great many differences in Christmas this year that I could mutter ramble on post about, but since my decor in Nod is severely lacking this year, I am sharing my "Christmas" (such as it is) at the lake.
(I had hoped to add some greens and perhaps some lights to the mantel, but like many things this year, THAT didn't happen.)
(Santa by Lisa Evans of Folk For All Seasons)
And then there's this guy:
("The First Snowflake" by The Primitive Hare...but with different linen, and different floss...Are ya proud of me Marly??)
I hope to manage a post in the upcoming week. If not, or until then, keep on muddling through...and have yourself a merry little Christmas.
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