November 30 - Exit Poem

As November ends, and December looms, the exit numbers continue to rise until they lose meaning but to each number a name is attached, some famous, others infamous, but most relatively anonymous known only to family and friends. So far, we have been spared immediate grief but it feels like it is only a matter of time. The aptly named Black Friday passed with little more than a ripple as it is hard to catch the holiday spirit with everyone isolated in one way or another and we are not sacrificing a tree at home, this year as our family gathering will be at the in-laws. Unfortunately, our daughter will not be with us as they are caught in the Atlantic bubble. But there are only thirty-one days to December and in twenty-one days, daylength will again increase. The latest news on vaccines is promising, so as we meet the coming New Year, we will all Skype together raising our glasses of non-virtual spirits high as we bid farewell to the year which Christmas forgot.