Sick. Sick. Sick.

Our holiday was turned upside down, almost from the moment school ended.  Bummer.  Three out of the four residents of our house became violently ill just before, during, and after the holiday.   The fourth resident, for the record who shall remain nameless, was extremely cranky, difficult and out of sorts.  Not exactly helping the already difficult situation. 

So our Christmas stunk.  We barely acknowledged it.  If it weren't for that damn fat man in a red suit and his schedule, we may have postponed the entire holiday. 

But when you have an advent calendar and a Christmas chain, you can't really tell the ninos, "Don't worry, Santa will come tomorrow, I promise."  Instead you muddle through.  Some call it hell.  

At least...the sickness (for me) hit just as I finished preparation.  Thank goodness.  It would have been worse to not be done...and helpless.  Last year we almost lost the gifts to the Great Flood of 2013.  There is always reason to be thankful.

Dyleva was very excited about their gifts.  Eva, when she was able, stumbled to the tree and yelled, "There's 100 presents under the tree!!!"  Dylan's first reaction was "Wow!!!"

So for me, still recovering, I am trying to find the good, out of this five day awful ordeal.  In the end I got exactly what I wanted for Christmas, (just under the absolute worst circumstances), open ended time with my family.   

Here are some photos of having fun-preparing for Christmas, before the great epidemic.

Eva's letter to Santa

Hide and Go Seek during tree selection

Olaf

No!  I'm Olaf!





Eva's Christmas tree for her dollhouse

Presents for classmates

Hard at work

My little musician

Caroling bus

Christmas Morning.  I would like to point out
that this area was surrounded by dry-heaving
individuals.

Thank you Tia Linda.

Digger man