The healthy one

I have been struggling with the aftermath of the cold from Hell.  Now my daughter has the flu.  The cat loves to eat Christmas ribbon.  My beloved... well... he is my beloved.  And healthy.  I pray my son is healthy, in the northern climes.  Still... it is Christmas.  I feel like we should all be singing the Whoville song, gathered around the Christmas tree.  My beloved will go to Florida tomorrow to see his parents and brother and nephews.  My daughter and I will stay home with the cat and the turtle.  This is the turtle's slow time of year. I'm thinking it may be our slow time as well.

The healthy one

Makes Christmas breakfast

After cleaning up

The cat puke

Laden with the cat’s favorite

Ribbon.

He washed his hands.

I know he washed his hands

The healthy one

I mean.

It is 2:00 PM.

Christmas day will go

As it will go.

Jesus is born again

No matter who is healthy,

Who is not.

Everyone sits in the living room

Gathered by the tree

Healthy

Not healthy

And all.