T, nooooooo!

You woke up on Christmas Eve with a temperature of 101.8!

Since we had a Christmas Eve service to go to and plans tomorrow with Pop and Gramms we scrambled quick to find a doctor’s office.

We hoped it was an ear infection or the like – non-contagious, quick prescription, and done.

No such luck.

So we had a relatively quiet day.

We got Caprock to-go for lunch and tried to take it easy.

K, you went with me to get T’s prescription and we spent over half and hour enduring the pergatory that is Walgreens on Christmas Eve.

The pharmacy was so bad, you looked at me at one point and said:

Uh, dad. We should have just done the drive-thru.

H, I took you and K to the Christmas Eve service. We sat with Pop and Gramms.

The pastor’s son, Josh Wilson put on a mini concert and sang y’all’s favorite song Noel.

K, you fell asleep with your head in my lap.

We watched Charlie Brown Christmas and ate leftovers when we got home.

H and K, in the excitement of the day, I cannot remember the last time you were both so silly, loud, and crazy.

Christmas Eve is the best.

I love you.

-Dad