We have a leafless Crepe Myrtle in our front yard, that my wife festoons with a few garlands and ornaments every Christmas season. It always looks pathetic, so she calls it our Charlie Brown Christmas tree. But this year she’s renamed it in honor of the coronavirus, and calls it our Covid tree.
Its scraggly, pathetic appearance seems symbolic of the kind of year everyone’s had. Jim Borden, at Borden’s Blather, has pestered me into posting a photo of it. So here it is, Jim. And I’ve even gone a step further, and composed a little poem.