I didn’t sleep a wink, tossing and turning all night as I wrestled with how to deliver presents that would be opened without fear of being infected with COVID-19.
I hardly touched my breakfast of pancakes with candy-cane syrup, my favorite. Even the hot chocolate tasted bitter. That was an impossibility, but so was not delivering presents on Christmas Eve. Getting up from the table, I wondered if this was something I would have to get used to. My heart sank at the possibility, and the smile disappeared from my face.