This past Christmas was one for the history books. For most people, 2020 marked the first year in decades, or possibly ever, that they did not spend it with all their loved ones. The novel coronavirus that swept into our lives early this year has had such a chokehold on our existence at this point that it seems life may never get back to normal. And yet we endured; at least most of us did.
I was exceptionally lucky. All four of my children were able to come into town well before Thanksgiving and stay until after we had opened presents and feasted on my daughter’s delicious cinnamon rolls on Christmas Day. It’s true that we missed the hoopla of my husband’s large family Christmas extravaganza, yet there was something very relaxing and peaceful about staying home and just being together. One by one, my kids have resumed their “normal” lives, not too choked up about leaving us after so much family time.
But everyone was not so lucky. Some of my siblings were unable to see their children and grandchildren in person. On Facebook, I noticed postings of lots of Zoom Christmas gatherings in lieu of face-to-face celebrations. And, of course, hundreds of thousands of people faced their first Christmas without a loved one lost to this terrible virus. The continuing death toll was a sobering shadow hanging over this COVID Christmas.
Our experience this year, however, is nothing new to the many people who routinely spend Christmas without loved ones. We have military families across the country who every year miss fathers, mothers, and siblings posted far overseas in dangerous and uncomfortable conditions. Health care workers and first responders, not to mention our newly appreciated essential workers, are often pressed into service on the holiday. And many people were already struggling with loneliness before COVID-19 made isolation something we all experienced. I hope that our experience this Christmas will give us a sense of empathy and solidarity with those who see Christmas as something to endure, not celebrate.
This Christmas, one of my husband’s sisters decided that since we weren’t having our annual family gift exchange, her family would use the money they would have spent gifts to help some families in need. I thought this was a beautiful gesture and a great way to make lemonade out of lemons, as they say. Perhaps our COVID Christmas will help us establish new rituals, new priorities, and a new outlook on our lives going forward into 2021.