As with most of 2016, Christmas snuck up on us all rather quickly and was in our past before we finished the honey ham, (I’m now sick of ham by the way). My plans to visit with my Mom changed at the last minute as she decided to go up to my sister’s house and babysit her kids when they left town for a few days. As a result, I was invited to go up to my best friend’s house and spend the holiday with him and his family.
What is to remember from the Christmas of 2016? Well, it would have to be the trip to the emergency room for my buddy’s oldest daughter. There we all were… gathered around a beautifully set dinner table… getting ready to say grace and dig into a bountiful cornucopia of deliciously prepared holiday dished smothered in gravy, when my buddy’s daughter’s appendix burst. (At least that’s what we all thought).
So my best friend takes off to Children’s Hospital with his wife and oldest daughter in tow. His two remaining children were quickly sent to a neighbor’s house that had similar aged kids, and I was basically put in charge of packing up the food and cleaning up the kitchen. Within 30 minutes of them leaving for the hospital, food was served, kitchen cleaned and I was back at home alone ready for bed. There you have it… Merry Christmas.