Our family spent all of December passing around a stomach bug. The Bible does say that it's better to give than to receive but I'm not sure that applies here!
As we got close to Christmas we had two tell-tale signs that we had been sick long enough. The first was when our 5-year-old son mistakenly called a diary, a diarrhea.
The second was when our 10 year-old daughter was overheard singing the following lyrics to the tune of the 12 Days of Christmas:
On the first day of Christmas, my mother gave to me.... a pot lined with a garbage bag.
On the second day of Christmas my mother gave to me... two bowls of soup.
... three gatoraids
... four tissues.
... five wipies.
... six vitamins.
... seven anti-puke pills.
... eight Ritz crackers.
... nine bowls of jello
... ten servings of soup
... eleven trips to the bathroom
... twelve back scratches.
Well if that didn't lift our spirits and put us in the Christmas mood...