Well, Christmas wasn't quite as we'd planned. We all got wiped out by the stomach flu. Bob's dad came down with it at our house on Christmas day. Then Claire got it the morning of the 26th, and I got it the afternoon of the 26th, and Bob got it the evening of the 26th. Bob was well enough to go to work yesterday by noon (he's a machine), and Claire and I were all pretty much better by last night, although we're watching what we eat. Today my sister, brother-in-law and dad have it.
It's pretty mean, this virus.
Today Claire and I enjoyed a pleasant, stay-in-our-jammies, play-with-Christmas-toys day. She didn't even know some of the things she'd received at my folks because she was lying on the floor between trips to the bathroom to throw up while we opened gifts, so she was excited. And I'm getting over my bitterness that I was in bed and Claire was on the couch while everybody else ate my mom's Christmas dinner, which is THE BEST MEAL OF THE YEAR. No, really, I'm over my bitterness. (Bob regretted eating that meal, however.)
But life marches on, and after you're sick, there is always that great joy in life when you're not sick anymore. :) And I had some nice quiet time to kind of lay in the darkness of my parents' guest room on the 26th and think about Christmas and pray for every single person I know. :)