Dear Los Angeles

Dear city of angels of mine,

​Driving through you today, I noticed the roads were nearly as crowded as they were pre-pandemic. 
I don't know where everyone was going, but they definitely were headed somewhere.
A holiday escape, perhaps? Rushing to buy gifts with their, ahem, unemployment money? Headed to the airport to a stressful flight to see family for the holiday? Running errands across town like me?
I started thinking - is it possible that I was the city's last recluse!?
It sure seemed like it today.

Take care of yourself Los Angeles - you are the epicenter of the pandemic in THE WORLD.
Get your shit together and stay home people. I got newsflash for ya: Christmas is MADE UP.
You can make it up to be in another day this year or next year. That's okay - Jesus, or Santa wouldn't know. I sure won't tell them!

And as for you dear Los Angeles... stay safe. Take care of yourself. The year is almost over. This storm is soon to pass. Hang on tight a tiny bit longer. You've been through earthquakes and fires and you have toughened up to bear this disaster as well. So c'mon, be an angel, will you?

Sincerely, 
​
Your inhabitant.