Twas the night before Christmas and all the through the house every creature was stirring at the Wray house. Were the stockings hung by the chimney with care? St. Nicholas, who? Would soon be, where?
I think this photo of my brother sums up how we all felt on Christmas.
Tuesday Ethan got sick. Thursday Aaron was sick. Friday I was sick. Saturday 11 out of the 12 of us were sick. And by Monday the last of us had fallen. We didn’t have our fun Christmas breakfast. We had to postpone my Dad’s famous Christmas dinner. Since the family that is sick together-sticks together, we didn’t even get to see any of the Hunt’s for fear of getting them sick too.
We all survived Christmas and with everything considered it went alright. Ethan even got to be a present or at least blend in with them.