Just re-read my last post.
Sounds like Christmas means packages under a non-existent tree.
Today, and tomorrow, it is doubtful. I will see another human being.
And it will be Christmas.
Not family time. Not present time. Not eat everything in sight time.
Love. Hope. Christmas.
If you get the flurry, the family, the wonderful food, so much the better.
But first, a touch of wonder, a drop of love, a blink of hope. And that---is Christmas.
And I forgot. First, you have to save it. So it will last all year.