The photo was taken 10 years ago, during the holiday season we were out of our house because of fire next door. We survived that with little permanent damage, thank you very much, but repair of the smoke damage took eight months. That Christmas was the first one we were grandparents, and I wanted to celebrate. In the end, we had a good time, but it was a bit of a scramble to make the apartment where we squatted (rather elegantly, also thank you very much) look festive.
This is another new year's message at the end of year that was much worse. Not that we were touched directly except for the various lockdowns, but it's been a sad experience for far too many people. Let us hope that the joy of colours and enough to eat and hugs (even virtual ones) make 2021 a better year than 2020.
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