Here is Pod A! Ruth, Izzy, Emma and Nick, Rich and Holly~
Christmas Eve at Tutu's has been a happy tradition, and not one we were ready to give up, despite everything. Ruth devised a plan, and with some tweaks, adjustments, compromises, and lots of precautions, we did get to be together, for Christmas Eve, distantly, and happily. I am glad, and thankful, that she didn't give up, that we made safe choices, and still managed to share laughter, and engagement.
Ruth provided individually packed provisions, one for Pod A and another for Pod B. Max is still raving about the jalapeño muffins. And we exchanged gifts. A very fortunate thing is the that rain held off, and we had the park all to ourselves. Of course, we missed our homecooked brunch and being cozy, and close, in Tutu's beautiful home. It takes a good mix of hope, for better days, and humor, to make these things work out... and we have plenty of both. It was good we made the effort to pull this, modified, Christmas Eve off.
I propose we recall this as the Year of the Christmas Gopher, when we were all entertained, especially Rich and I, by the industrious work, and silliness of this little guy. He didn't seem to mind that we were near. He kept right at his business, popping up regularly to be sure we were minding the spirit of lockdown, and Christmas. Thank you, Christmas Gopher.