Stuffed For The Holiday

All hail the hideous rinovirus. The petri dishes we call children delivered the fine infection last Saturday just in time for our annual Christmas Tree hunt. By the end of the day the tree stood proudly in our living room as my wife and I lay exhausted on our bed. Bless my mother's presence or the household would have collapsed. She kept the healthy kids occupied so the Mrs. and I could whine and wail.

Sadly mom left yesterday with our return to health still days away. So we, my wife and I, trade shifts in slumber knowing full well the holiday responsibilities pile up even as we rest.

And the tree stands proudly still, though it remains entirely naked - undecorated until we get the energy, any energy, to properly go at it.