Trying to make the most of a second straight COVID Christmas
Sir: Last Christmas, my friend Cathie got me a coffee mug that says, “Baby its COVID Outside.”
It made me chuckle, but also accept the fact that a pandemic Christmas was a reality. And now it’s a reality for a second year.
No one would ever sing, “I’m dreaming of a COVID Christmas.” But once again, Santa must go through all the sanitizing procedures. Heading down the chimney to deliver presents takes a lot longer when white gloves are replaced with disposables. Leaving cookies out on a plate with a glass of milk is traditional, but take-out may be more appropriate.
The traditional Christmas nativity scene has to be rethought again as well. Instead of gold, frankincense, and myrrh, the three wise men should bring masks and hand sanitizer to Baby Jesus, and stay six feet apart. But from a ventilation standpoint, Mary and Joseph are better off in a breezy manger than a stuffy inn.
My Christmas preparations at home are almost complete. Once again, the wreath on the door is composed of toilet paper rolls. Our masks, along with our stockings, have been hung by the chimney with care.
Including “Don we now our plague apparel” in the carol “Deck the Halls” would be a big hit. And it goes without saying that under no circumstances should Mommy be kissing Santa Claus.
The worst part of another COVID Christmas is not getting to spend time with family and friends, especially those living out of town. Last year we needed to avoid the “Red” zones, which interfered with my most favourite Christmas colour.
I am also pondering Santa’s beard. Anyone who has worked in our petrochemical industry knows that beards don’t allow masks to seal properly.
Sorry Santa, but you really should think about shaving it off. Mrs. Claus would understand – after all, it’s another COVID Christmas.
Support for the homeless is support for the entire community
Sir: As a fellow South-Ender and neighbourhood organizer, I want to sing the praises of neighbours in Sarnia’s Heritage District who support the temporary homeless shelter at the former Central United Church.
Their compassion and solidarity is applauded by me and many others in our city.
Despite the clamour from others who wish that challenges like homelessness would just disappear (or go somewhere else), I commend my neighbours who are willing to take risks and make sacrifices in order to bring healing and relief to incredibly complex challenges.
Using pejorative labels for other human beings has never – and will never – be constructive toward building a healthier community.
Other publications ought to think twice about their community before publishing hurtful rhetoric.
The Story of Christmas told through the lyrics of songs
While shepherds watched their flocks by night
All is calm, all is bright
Behold throughout the heavens there shone a holy light
Hark the herald angels sing:
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem
Where a mother laid her baby
Away in a manager no crib for a bed
How still we see thee lie
In a cattle stall a miracle we find
A newborn king to see pa-rum-pu-pum-pum
What shall we call him, Child of the Manger?
Immanuel, Immanuel, his name is called Immanuel
He came to save us, he came to help us
He comes to make His blessings flow
Mary, did you know that your baby boy would one day rule the nations?
Infant, Saviour & King, Infant, Saviour & King
Now ye need not fear the grave: Jesus Christ was born to save
O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him
Rejoice! Rejoice! Immanuel
Evermore & Evermore!