Christmas tree, presents, cookies, vomit, boogers, and fevers. All of these things describe Christmas traditions in our home. Since having children we have not experienced a holiday season without a gross illness sweeping through our household. It’s as if my family’s immune system takes a holiday during Christmas break.
Our home echoes with sneezes, coughing, and sniffles. Any other sounds bring an overwhelming fear of vomit to the forefront of our minds. And let’s be honest, vomit is probably going to happen.
Of course we could postpone the festivities, but that would bring such a depressing level of disappointment to our little crew that we have to try and make this work. I have strongly considered informing my children that Santa is a germaphobe or immune compromised but so far I have resisted. Not to mention, if we delayed celebrating the sickness would likely lie dormant, only for us to experience a resurgence on the day of our next attempt.
I have resolved myself to accepting that my children’s holiday memories will include all the fun stuff and copious amounts of bodily fluids. Hopefully Santa brings plenty of vaporub, cough drops, and acetaminophen. Oh and whiskey… he should bring that too. Merry Christmas.
Tired Not Dead 