With more than 300,000 Americans dead from the virus by Christmas brings to mind the song made so famous by the late Elvis Presley.
It goes like this:
“I’ll have a blue Christmas without you.
I’ll be so blue just thinking about you.
Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree wont’ be the same dear, if you;’re not here with me.
And when those blue snowflakes start falling, that’s when those blue memories start calling.
You’ll be doin’ all right, with your Christmas of white. But I’ll have a blue, blue, blue Christmas.
You’ll be doin’ all right, with your Christmas of white. But I’ll have a blue, blue, blue Christmas.”
Great stuff that Elvis Presley magnum opus to the holiday.
We cannot frankly imagine the pain at the Christmas tables of the families of those 300,000 who will have died when the moment of the holiday is upon us.
At that moment, the empty chairs at so many tables and around so many trees on Christmas morning and by the side of so many fireplaces where children are supposed to be laughing while opening their presents as their parents watch with joy…and hope, only then will the loss of so many be a real burden to bear.
Many millions believe the virus is a joke.
If you are the family of one of those 300,000 who will have died by Christmas morning from the virus, well, you understand the virus is not a joke.
It is as real as Christmas itself.
This nation needs a wake-up call or will be, as Elvis Presley sang: “…a blue, blue, blue, blue Christmas.”