Usually, this annual “real” Christmas letter starts with the premise of sharing the good and the bad rather than just the traditional picture-perfect Christmas letters we used to get in the mail. That is probably unnecessary this year. Frankly, I can’t remember a single thing before March. We went on a trip at the beginning of Spring Break and I feel like I fell down some kind of rabbit hole and returned to a whole new world. One that has been hard to escape. We skied. It was perfect. And then we came home. There was no toilet paper. I waited for my phone to ring. For schools to close for two weeks. I worked in pajama pants. I checked the numbers daily. I was not worried. And then I was. Two weeks turned into the rest of the school year. The cities literally burned. The death counts climbed. But in some weird numbness, we watched it all happen from the comfort of our living room. With food that was delivered and left by the door. I spent more time in online meeti...