Lost and found and perspective

Have you seen my Christmas spirit? Cause I have completely lost it right now. Since before Thanksgiving, I have been thinking about what a great Christmas this would be, the boys are just the perfect age plus Nicholas is 6.5 years old (almost) and I know these magical times are limited to a couple of more years. Oh, we'll still celebrate the true meaning of Christmas but once the gig is up on Santa, the commercialism and hoopla will lose some of its sparkle. I shouldn't complain, however I love the commercialism and hoopla!

So this year, I had all these plans and traditions that we follow, and now, thanks to a very very nasty stomach virus, they are completely out the window. This SUX! The boys missed going with their "Cranmama" and cousins to cut down a tree, make special gifts for their parents, and spend the day decorating Cranmama's tree. They were so looking forward to it. Instead the spent the watching movies and sleeping in their rooms, unable to keep much of anything down. We did not get our picture made with Santa this year. I shouldn't have waited until the last minute, but the boys get so excited that if we had gone a couple of weeks ago, they would have driven me crazy with the whole Santa thing. So no Santa picture this year. Today (Christmas Eve) it is our tradition to bake cookies for Santa and decorate them, then spend the afternoon getting ready for the big visitor that night, checking in on Noradsanta.org every so often. Instead we are spending the day in our rooms or on the couch just laying around, drugged on zofran or phenegren. I was so sick last night and this morning that just the thought of smelling baking cookies makes me run for my porcelain friend. I have and attic anc closet full of presents that either need to be wrapped or need to be put together. Not sure how that is going to happen unless the elves show up and take care of it for me.

So I am feeling mighty sorry for myself. Then I clicked on a friend's blog. She had posted a link to another blog, written by a Mom who's young son has relapsed Neuroblastoma. There is no cure for relapsed Neuroblastoma. She made a quick post of thanks for all the prayers, glad she has one more Christmas with her son (that will put things in perspective for you) even if it is spent in the hospital receiving chemo and then she had to cut it short because the nurses were there to give her son some Zofran 30 minutes before his chemo. The same Zofran that my boys are taking for their stomach virus. And I thank God that it is a stomach virus.

Merry Christmas! Much love and wishes for a happy, and healthy, new year!