Dad woke up from a nap in his lazy chair and felt something heavy put on his lap. When he opened his eyes, he saw images of people on a screen happily waving their hands and shouting “Merry Christmas”. Dad asked in confused wonder, “who are these people?”
“They’re your grandchildren.”
Skyping was the closest way to having the children in the house. I pointed the camera to the chard tart, Moroccan chicken and sweet potato pie on the table. It was the closest way for the children to having the feast with me.
We made do, thanks to technology.
Merry Christmas to all.
