One Good Thing

The week went sideways, and then a good thing came down

I love the Christmas season. The lights, decorations, carol singing, and holiday movies. I’m a Christmas cliche, basically.

I’ve also always found it to be an extremely stressful time, which I try to mitigate using all the tools at my disposal: Crying, stomping off, and sitting in my car while I eat the limbs of gingerbread men in (gendered) bursts of rage.

Last year was a distinct and solitary affair, but we made the best of it, because we believed it was a fluke … a “keep calm and carry on” moment.

I sat with three other people inside our little village church during a pelting rain storm as our Christmas Eve service was sent out via Zoom to our small congregation.

It rained for 48 hours straight. Pouring, freezing, inhospitable rain.

This season promised to be different. And by different, I mean — better.