Man proposes, Saint Sebastian disposes

We had a light lockdown at first. Shops open, catering closed, we had to be at home from 8 to 6 in the morning. Six adults plus six children were allowed to meet up in a household. Covid 19 numbers did not go down. So we got a harder lockdown, with all shops closed except for those needed for daily life. We had to stay at home all day long. No catering, no museums, no cultural life, parks open, zoos closed (how come?). Numbers went down - a bit, but not enough. Saint Sebastian promised to ease the restrictions for Christmas and New Year´s day, so that families were able to meet up. First thing is that all firework will be prohibited this year, and, knowing that bloke, probanly for good and all. Then came those new rules concerning meeting up for the holidays. Loosening? Ha! What a lie that had been. Now we are up to ten people, children included. And at eight in the evening all of them have to be in their respective home. Number four and I am the more or less proud parents of five. Number five is back home since university went back to distance learning, number four will join her in two days. So it´s hubby and me plus two adults. Number two will come for Christmas Eve with wife and child. Number one wants to come also - two adults and two children, plus one mum-in-law who must not be left behind, because it´s her first Christmas without her mother. We´re up to twelve people now, which is forbidden. My password in my firm has been LMAA mal 2 which stands for "Sod you twice". So very sorry, I did not put this password in myself, hubby did it for me after he had pestered me all day long to come up with a fitting one for my official school account. At one point I must have had enough of all that badgering and told him to use foresaid one, which he did - and promptly sent it to all my colleagues at school. Don´t know how long it took for them to quit asking during conferences what that password meant. So since I am a bad old lady I have decided that Saint Sebastian and his new rules can go and sit on a tack. We will all meet up in our house, to have a decent Christmas Eve, and on Christmas Day number one will get superseded by number three and family, means we will still be over the permitted number of ten. I don´t care anymore. No fireworks. No skiing. No travelling. My sister will not be able to come to Salzburg, even if she has a flat there. Quarantine when she wants back to Germany. That she cannot afford. She is two years younger than me. Her husband is way older than her. I wonder if we will be able to meet up for a proper holiday in the near future. Would be nice before one of us dies of old age. Oops, I forgot, they are positive almost all older people die of Covid now, infected in nursing homes. I reckon that we better try to not have to settle in one! Now I am wondering why so many of those who are in intensive care come from those homes which have practically been closed more than eight weeks ago, with only one visitor once a week permitted for those who live in there. Can it be that Saint Sebastian´s protective masks do not work the way he wants? Btw, WHO knows about the problem yet wants us to wear those masks at home, too, if we meet up with other persons. Or with persons who are out often to do daily shopping, like hubby does. Does that mean that I have to wear a mask during bedtime also? Those people are downright crazy!