I’ve certainly had worse Christmases than Christmas 2013. There was Christmas 2005, when my grandfather was in the hospital, dying. (He died on December 31, 2005.) The worst Christmas I remember was actually Christmas 1996, when my grandfather was in the hospital not dying. (Long story.) There was the one Christmas when I was a kid and … well, that’s another long story, but it wasn’t good. Upon reflection, Christmas 2013 is probably the 4th worst Christmas I’ve had.
Max and I had bronchitis. Jackson had pneumonia. Cassie was fine, until 2 days after Christmas, when she came down with an ear infection. Because of the first 3 sicknesses, we were not allowed to have my Dad and Grandma over on Christmas Day, thus ruining their Christmas. It was just Jackson, Cassie, Max, and me. Max and I were so incredibly ill. Despite having pneumonia, Jackson was acting like a boy who had been cooped up in a house for 4 days straight with no end in sight.
Cassie wanted to play with each of her presents when she got them. It took her 2 days to open them all. I went a little overboard with her this year, because in previous years, I’d budgeted more for Jackson’s presents. The children’s grandparents, aunts, uncles, and friends were also very generous this year. So, my kids were quite spoiled.
Jackson asked for 4 things for Christmas, and he got all 4: Molly (the American Girl doll), Skylanders Swap Force, a Razor scooter, and the big Lego fire station. He got plenty more too. Cassie received pretty much every Doc McStuffins toy in existence, as well as all new dishes, cookware, and food for the play kitchen, and a table and chairs so she can have tea parties.
I think the best thing about Christmas is that it comes every year, thus giving us a chance to do it all again.