no santa suit this year

For the first time in many years, I did something different on Christmas eve. I slept through it.

Oh, hold that thought. I have not become Scrooge or any of the characters in Nightmare before Christmas. I was sick. Seems like Santa came early and sprinkled flu virus in my chimney and sped away without telling me. I could almost hear him say flu!, flu!, flu! loudly.

So, Christmas eve was event-less and I didn’t wear a Santa suit even if I would really look good in one belly and all. We all slept - at least, the people in my room (Me, hubby and P). I don’t know what the people in the other room did. My meds kicked in real hard to make me aware of the goings on that night. When I woke up in the, my aunt was already here. I didn’t bother to ask around, I had no voice to be chatty on Christmas morning!

Whole day of Christmas was spent with me in my pajamas helping the babe in opening her gifts. I stuffed her Christmas stocking with some candies and biscuits and the lovely pink sandals she always wished. She was delighted of course but asked me:

“Mom, did Santa buy this in ___Center? (where I bought the shoes)”

I panicked just smiled. She knows!! But I didn’t give her an honest answer of course, I had no voice, remember?