Dear 2022:
Just a note to congratulate you. We’ll be s-o-o-o glad to see you tomorrow. Because, between us, your immediate predecessors were downers.
Take 2020, which smacked us with the coronavirus, packed death and illness, and knocked the fun out of living.
Think yearlong multi-car pileup wrapped in a turd. It was that bad.
This year, 2021, has been better, but that’s no compliment. Sure, we got vaccines and boosters and fewer deaths. And we learned to live with the virus – sort of.
But the virus still dominated, with Delta and Omicron preventing us from truly moving on. Think loud, drunken uncle whose belches and farts and appalling opinions we tolerate, but only because we must.
So, 2022. Please bring better.
We don’t expect perfection. We just want parts of living back. You know, family gatherings, movies, dinners out, worship services, classes, travel, choral singing, even office parties – the stuff that makes us, well, people.
With precautions, yes, absolutely. But with much less fear of getting or giving illness. Let us live – carefully, exuberantly.
Please?
Sincerely,
People of Earth
What we’ve said to other years
2020: You unruly mess
2021: Hesitant New Year!
“Think yearlong multi-car pileup wrapped in a turd. It was that bad.” Indeed it was.
Auld Lang Zyne always sounds better in Scots.
Thanks, Jeff. Happy New Year to you and your family.
And to you and yours, Darlene. Thanks for reading 30-Second Read.