Uh Oh
It was almost Christmas. Presents were coming. But when Bær discovered the enormous bag of frozen Oriental stir fry in the freezer, his day was already made.
“You don’t know how excited I am. Like, four!”
Also, considering that Linnea had contracted another Christmas stomach flu that morning, and therefore we all stuffed ourselves with pumpkin, honey, and cinnamon, Puck was less than excited.
He stared at the orange mountain in his bowl. “I don’t want to eat it! This is like four meters high!”
Of course he ate it.
Despite the explosion of the holiday pending epidemic, everyone still arrived at the Big House around three o’clock that afternoon for gifting and conversating and eating pans of sticky things like honied ham and potato casserole.
The boys sorted through the ribbon candy, waiting for guests to arrive, wondering the flavors.
“Probably lasagna,” Puck explained.
There’s some rationality in that.
Uncle Mo, Aunt Petunia, and Linus were first in. Lucia was grounded with the stomach flu that had become a sinus infection. Then Uncle Larry, Aunt Day, and Uncle Bobs, just back from hand surgery.
“We’re not doing so well here, are we?” Carrie noted.
Fortunately we made it through the rest of the afternoon without incident. Grandma Combs handed out microwave egg cookers, pretzel rolls, and forty dollars to each grandkid. Simon’s Cat and Garfield for Puck.
We left early for Bær to practice music for the Christmas Eve service. Checked out a few Christmas lights on the way.
The service did involve candles, but Puck mastered the new talent with ease. After he had shredded three bulletins into “CONFETTI FOR YOUR ANNIVERSARY!” Whispered, of course, during the carols and lessons. Anyway, only Mom, Dad, and Rose actually joined us from the rest of the family. Carrie stayed with Linnea. Joe and Jaya had other Christmas plans. And turned out Francis was also feeling the sickness.
By the time the candles were snuffed, Dad could feel the tell-tale ache in his joints. And we left with a coffee cup stuffed with confetti.
And Puck crashed into bed just before ten, happy with his day’s events.
Puck’s Blog: Day #16
[While asked for an account of Christmas Eve.]
I really can’t remember anything. This video game is taking away my memory.