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I thought that having spent the worst of Covid and its Dantesque waves, after having recovered in a miraculous way and in record time tourism, industry and economy as a whole, this Christmas was going to be more Christmas than ever than ever.But not...Something is missing, or so I feel.Let's analyze the facts:

There is money on the street.Or so they say.Most people are charged, double salary included, but in stores there is still no movement.We are a law of days that the Duarte merchants announce, again, their worst historical year.Could it be that everything was spent on Blackfriday or does everything due?

Although the top Christmas flavor for a while since we are happy, do not listen to people making plans to get "Pepillito", to organize parties.Could it be that confinement changed us so much that we no longer want to leave, or perfume?

Covid deaths stopped being news.Less and fewer hospital income, although the infection rate is high.Vaccines are left over and the rows are missing.People positive and knowing the protocol, spends their process without so much fear.It seems that we are going to spend Christmas without decrees, unlike the past when the dinner of 31 ate at noon in a hurry and running, without toast, without grapes and without loors of luck.

The winter ball tournament is great.High competitiveness, good players, with rope for which it takes it.People want to go to the stadium, even though the tickets are only available for the "informal market", which no one can reach out because they have more strength than trade unionists.With almost all teams separated by the minimum, a Finish photo ending and the exhaustion of the Prodom in all pharmacies in the country is expected.Even so, spark.

The cases of justice keep us entertaining.Half ocean with coercion measures.We are still waiting for our favorite corrupt to fall that so far the judicial fence have eluded.Among the evening threats of the prosecutors to sleep with clothes and the chances of judges by the defense of the accused as a method to affect the cases, we continue to the TV hoping that the balance of justice falls where it suits us.For many, Christmas will have a new flavor depending on where others pass it.

There are Charamicicos on the streets.Not as much as before, but there are.If you make a bureo for the city, you see some decorated streets and buildings, but they are a minority.Few people presuming trees and nativity scenes, and even the little angels have decreased in intensity.Did the traditional celebration model run out thanks to China's container crisis?

So that it is not missing, there is even a fry of the most pleasant in the early mornings that make one want to get curled up for a while longer.

The stage is mounted to celebrate and throw the house out the window, but there is a different air.Somehow everything changed.Maybe it's for good, maybe not, but I tell you that I don't like.I like Christmas for what is of hope, family union, of tradition.

The Dominican resilience is characterized by a joy that does not cease, by a hope that stripes in faith.In sharing with neighbors, with friends, in good times and in bad.Always find reasons to laugh, to dance and continue believing.

Christmas is hot chocolate, ginger tisana, leaf cakes, roller salad, roasted pig ’and music at full volume.It is also prayer, recollection and service.Christmas is to remember those who are not and provide for them.Christmas is giving thanks.And although each family has their little book, there are traditions that unite us and give us people's identity.

Let's make an effort.We shake the drows that has been honeyowed in our mood and heart.Let's not allow Christmas to be lost and the best of our essence is carried out.Let your healing breeze between, refresh us and take the bad of the year to wait with joy what is coming.Let's celebrate Christmas, which will be time for other things.

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