I would like to share my last Chapel talk for the year, in the form of a poem: Three cheers for the year that was Good bye, good riddance, pip-pip Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? No play No friends No easy amends It’s been a year of stoic upends Adios, toodle-oo, so long Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days of auld lang syne? No singing No get togethers No swimming with pals It’s been a year of strange rationals Ciao, see you later, adieu For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne No fun No movies No popcorn to throw It’s been a year of traveling slow Farewell, sayonara, safe travels We'll take a cup o' kindness yet, For days of auld lang syne No beach No ball No courts to compete It’s been a year of endless defeat Au-revoir, ta-ta, peace out For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne No more masks No more distance No more temperature checks We’re done with these uncertain treks No more virtual No more hybrid No more wei...