The Christmas That Wasn’t

Well this is what I get for giving myself one really decadent Christmas Eve meal, food poisoning.  And my poor friend Logan, who loves a good meal better than any human on earth, he too got whatever horrible e-coli bug I did.  The good news is that the rest of our families some how escaped the gut wrenching bug.

I think the culprit was the last minute kale salad.  It was the only raw thing we had and is most suspect.  I tried not to eat very large amounts of the terribly rich food, but that night as I lay in bed I told Russ that my system just could not take that kind of food anymore.  Through the night I thought I heard the sounds of hooves on the roof, but it was probably the delirium starting to set in and not Santa visiting our house.  By morning I was sick as a dog.

So I slept through Christmas.  It was pitiful and sad.  Russ, Carter and Shay went up to my parents without me.   Only Shay was happy to get to run free at the farm and really didn’t notice I was not there.

The part about Christmas I missed the most was giving my presents.  I know that I was an unenthusiastic opener myself on Christmas morning when Russ and Carter were so excited about the things they had lovingly picked out for me.  I would like a whole do over of the day so I can properly show my loved ones how much they and their kindnesses mean to me.

The only good thing about the whole situation was the three pounds I lost, but I know that as soon as I eat again they will find me.  The good news is for my next party I am going to have a caterer.  I am doing my best not to kill any guests or myself ever again.  I hope you had the best Christmas ever, that all the sweaters you got flatter you and that nothing went right into the regifting closet.

The Christmas That Wasn’t

Well this is what I get for giving myself one really decadent Christmas Eve meal, food poisoning.  And my poor friend Logan, who loves a good meal better than any human on earth, he too got whatever horrible e-coli bug I did.  The good news is that the rest of our families some how escaped the gut wrenching bug.

I think the culprit was the last minute kale salad.  It was the only raw thing we had and is most suspect.  I tried not to eat very large amounts of the terribly rich food, but that night as I lay in bed I told Russ that my system just could not take that kind of food anymore.  Through the night I thought I heard the sounds of hooves on the roof, but it was probably the delirium starting to set in and not Santa visiting our house.  By morning I was sick as a dog.

So I slept through Christmas.  It was pitiful and sad.  Russ, Carter and Shay went up to my parents without me.   Only Shay was happy to get to run free at the farm and really didn’t notice I was not there.

The part about Christmas I missed the most was giving my presents.  I know that I was an unenthusiastic opener myself on Christmas morning when Russ and Carter were so excited about the things they had lovingly picked out for me.  I would like a whole do over of the day so I can properly show my loved ones how much they and their kindnesses mean to me.

The only good thing about the whole situation was the three pounds I lost, but I know that as soon as I eat again they will find me.  The good news is for my next party I am going to have a caterer.  I am doing my best not to kill any guests or myself ever again.  I hope you had the best Christmas ever, that all the sweaters you got flatter you and that nothing went right into the regifting closet.