Christmas Day, and I'm taking a break between bouts of fabulous food to sit at the computer and scroll social media and give likes and hearts to friends' holiday greetings. Their photos of bedecked trees, of special breakfasts, of happy children.
Here's a photo of a family party, obviously too many people to live in one house. Big grins, no masks.
I scroll past.
A photo of a snowy backyard. Like.
A photo of a little girl making a beautifully sloppy gingerbread house. Heart.
A photo of a cat curled up under a Christmas tree. Heart.
Another Christmas Eve party, this one a series of photos, people at a front door, grins, hugs. The caption says we sure surprised them, how wonderful to see them, we hadn't seen them in so long.
I scroll past.
It hurts a little to refuse to give happy kudos to this post and others like it. It feels a little rude. A little too Ebenezer Scrooge.
No.
Bah.
Humbug.
Not reacting favorably to posts about gatherings that go against the constant pleas for public safety that our governors, our mayors, our media, our citizens have been making as our hospitals fill up, as we hear reports of ambulances parked and waiting outside California emergency rooms for hours, that's not about Scrooge. It's about the Ghost of Christmas Future.
Yes to all that. Awful....
ReplyDeleteGigi, you are not alone in your sentiment and actions. It's so very sad.
ReplyDeleteA plea for decency and humanity, at the end of a year in desperate need of it. Thank you.
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