This year I took my first ever Christmas vacation. For once, there would be no Christmas shopping, no hosting duties, and no family fights, just me and the beach. And what did Santa bring me? Covid. I was so pissed, mostly at myself, for putting off my booster shot because I couldn't spare a free weekend to spend feeling tired and icky. Taking a vacation was supposed to be my reward for working so much, and instead, I spent 12 days in bed wondering if I'd ever fully recover. I don't believe in a vindictive or spiteful God, but I did question for a moment if I was being punished for being a little too irreverent towards the birth of baby Jesus, lol.