I't 6:30 p.m. and I'm still in my pajamas. I'm sitting on the big sofa in my office under a blanket with the dog snoring peacefully next to me. I am relishing in the afterglow of Christmas.
We're nearing the finish line on what can only be described as one hell of a bizarre year. I watched my career and industry of 20+ years collapse like a house of cards on a windy day. I did my best to pivot and ended up shuffle ball changing right into a new online business smack dab at the beginning of a pandemic holiday season. I was humbled as customers from my past continued to line up to take part in my culinary sequel. And I was grateful to meet new customers who came to see if the rumors were true, that there was a little man selling whoopie pies from his patio in Ipswich. I feel blessed as Bob never skipped a beat and picked up exactly where he left off 6 years ago, supporting my crazy endeavors and making emergency supermarket runs for last minute supplies. I'm filled with pride as my teenaged children stepped up to the plate to lend a hand in any way they could.
And when the last order had been picked up on Christmas eve, it was laughable at how unprepared I was for my own family's meal. But, my parents would save the day as they unloaded enough pasta, meatballs and Christmas cookies from their trunk to feed Santa and the entire North End for a week.
As if I didn't have enough to be thankful for, today, so many of you sent emails, notes and reviews letting me know how wonderful your Christmas meals were. I am so happy to have played a small part in making your holiday magical.
I am truly grateful to all of you, my friends, my customers, and my family. I can't say that I'm sad to see 2020 go and no matter what 2021 may bring, I believe that when the dust settles, we will certainly know who we love, what we need and where we truly want to be. Until then let's just enjoy the afterglow.