Holiday Spirit

I had a pretty crappy Thanksgiving week.

Those of you who are my Facebook friends know a little about this.  Suffice it to say, after all the polishing and ironing and dusting and vacuuming and cooking, there was no eating of turkey in my house on Thanksgiving Day.  For me, there was no eating of anything at all from Wednesday night until late Thursday. 

May you never, ever have the misery of a stomach bug on the one and only holiday that is chiefly about food.

Said bug then ripped its merry way through the rest of the family.

We did finally celebrate Thanksgiving on Sunday, and I am so glad that our friends were willing to come to our house and share it with us despite the possibility of evil germs.

So here on the brink of December, looking back on the disaster that was NaNo (for I have not written a word since around November 15th), and shaking my head at the myriad stumblings along the path that looked so smooth, I can only say:

I am so ready for my favorite time of year.

The Perfect Tree

The Perfect Holiday Tree For Me



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4 Responses to Holiday Spirit

  1. Nancy Sima says:

    Sorry to hear you were sick 😦 and yes, it’s terrible when you know it is only a matter of time before everyone else in the house follows suit. Glad you did get to enjoy your Turkey day feast later. I once got really sick with the flu the night after Thanksgiving. The horror of that night!! Here’s to a better December – love the tree!!

  2. The important thing is that you survived the invasion of the germs! And although delayed, your Thanksgiving feast was held in the company of family and friends. This is truly a special time of year; one where we get to enjoy the gifts of life and to show appreciation for one another.


  3. Oh NO! We dealt with the bug a few weeks ago, but thankfully not during Thanksgiving. It is NO fun. We did somehow manage to finish off the weekend with a case of pink eye… which is supposedly no longer contagious (crossing fingers).

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