By Zamboni
"I'll Be Home for Christmas" is a poignant product of an America in 1942 that was coping with its first full holiday season at war. Today we're fighting a global pandemic, and our "wartime President" has completely checked out. He hasn't even mentioned the 250,000 dead and the surges that are happening around the country. Instead, he whines about the timing of Pfizer's vaccine announcement.
So this Christmas, we're left to defend ourselves until the January cavalry arrives. Most folks — in our neck of the woods, at least — are scaling back, acting responsibly, and as the song says, seeing our loved ones only in our dreams.
In the meantime, we cats salute the postal service. Against all odds, they managed to deliver America's 2020 ballots nearly without a hitch. We hope that come 2021, Joe Biden gives them the leadership they deserve. And we PURR.
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