We watched the Red Sox.
We watched the Celtics.
We watched the Bruins.
There were some losses but that was all fine by us.
Things seemed almost back to normal, that is for us lucky ones with our health.
I lay on my back and read about books about the 19th century.
I made a shopping list, then never went to the store.
At last and hesitantly recorded the week’s events in my diary..
And, by this lake where we come some weekends, gratefully and prayerfully, I watched as the light billowed and faded and the holy night came on.