Christmas 2008 will definitely be one we won't forget. We spent almost 2 weeks in Utah visiting family. We stayed with my parents at their house. My cousin Kris, her husband, and her two teenage boys were visiting from Florida and stayed at my parents' house too. It was so fun seeing them again and hanging out. On our way up to Utah, we ate in a few restaurants and I think Sadee caught some kind of nasty bug because our first morning there she woke up early puking. And she puked ALL DAY LONG! Then that evening Tanner got sick with the same thing. Then the next day Colby was sick. And Sadee was still sick. Then in the middle of the night on Christmas eve I got sick, and my cousin's son got sick and so did my neice. Eventually it spread through out almost everyone in the house. Only my cousin, her oldest son, and my aunt that lives there didn't catch it. It was CRAZY!!!!!! The good thing was that "the bug" only lasted 12 hours. Whew!! Except for Sadee and Colby, but I think that's because they're younger. We all hung out at the house a lot and got to visit with each other a lot. And there was a puke bucket in almost every room. Believe me, we needed it. So my cousin, her husband and I were joking about writing a 12 Days of Christmas song about it, so we did! I thought I'd post it so you all could laugh, because amidst the puking, we were still laughing. :)
The 12 Days of a Marshall Christmas
On the first day of Christmas, oh what else can it be?
One Pops being rushed to the emergency.
On the second day of Christmas, oh what else can it be?
Two men pushing the stuck Camry.
On the third day of Christmas, oh what else can it be?
Three nights of snowing.
On the fourth day of Christmas, oh what else can it be?
Four Hall’s a skiing.
On the fifth day of Christmas, oh what else can it be?
Five Packham’s puking.
On the sixth day of Christmas, oh what else can it be?
Six hours of sleep each night, not.
On the seventh day of Christmas, oh what else can it be?
Seven crazy nights of family.
On the eighth day of Christmas, oh what else can it be?
Eight dozen eggs.
On the ninth day of Christmas, oh what else can it be?
Nine daily loads of dishes.
On the tenth day of Christmas, oh what else can it be?
Ten plastic puke buckets.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, oh what else can it be?
Eleven nauseous, dizzy, queasy people.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, oh what else can it be?
Twelve missing cups.(Pictures from Christmas and our trip will follow later this week.)