By Jase Graves
Now that we are well into the month of December, my three teenage daughters have provided me with their extensive Christmas lists both electronic and hard copies in triplicate. Full of the typical objects of adolescent desires like designer clothing, electronics, jewelry and luxury vehicles, their lists read like the inventory of Elon Musk’s next yard sale.
My list, on the other hand, is simple. All I want for Christmas is for life to return to the way it was in the good old days of 2019 and not just because I had less ear hair then.