Bah....

It is the eve of Christmas Eve.

We are preparing for the big day here, running around the house, frolicking and laughing, telling tales of Christmas, baking cookies and writing letters to that Jolly Old Elf.  In the evening, we sip steaming mugs of hot chocolate and sing Christmas carols around the tree.

Yeah, right.

Sorry, but our life isn't this Facebook idyllic.  It's not even frickin' close.

In the 1600's, people used to paint a black cross the doors of dwellings occupied by those infected with the Black Plague.  For the past couple of weeks, that black cross has been on our door.

We just can't get healthy around here.

The Boy and The Girl have each taken turns with respiratory infections, trips to the doctor, negative tests, stomach flu (and all the involuntary spillages that go with it).  The Boy contracted Fifth disease.  The Speaker of the House has had a persistent cough since before Thanksgiving.  I've had a persistent sore throat for two weeks.

We are all going to die of the consumption, I'm sure of it.

How my tribe is celebrating Christmas this year.  Don we now our gay apparel.

No, it really doesn't feel like Christmas around here.  Perhaps it is because we have no snow to speak of.  We've had unseasonably warm temperatures which has made mid-December feel (and look) more like March.  

December 23, 2014.  No, this is not normal.

Perhaps my Scrooge-ness is because I'm working/on-call on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.  

Whatever the reason, it just doesn't feel like the holiday season to me.  I've been watching Christmas movies and listening to Christmas music, the house is all decorated and the tree is trimmed.  But I'm just not feeling it, man.

Well, I hate to be Debbie Downer over the week of Christmas.  I do hope yours is merry and bright.  

Hopefully we have all built enough antibodies this month to cruise through the remainder of this winter.  That's my Christmas wish.


If only we had the immune systems of an Australian cattle dog.    Lulu is as energetic and annoying as ever and she can't wait to bite Santa's face off on Christmas Eve.  It's gonna be ugly.

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