It was a difficult Christmas this year. Again. Two years ago, if you recall, I almost severed my finger in a folding chair and spent a good part of the 25th in the E.R. That was the first appearance of what has become a Christmas Curse upon my sphere of friends and family.
This year we got a grim and terrible stomach bug, which we could all see coming like the wave at a baseball game. Eventually it caught and engulfed all of us (except Zach, he seems to have a super-human immune system and hasn't been truly sick in years). I got it on Christmas Eve and was sick on the 25th, true to the promise of The Curse.
I think this is a result of the fact that I never believed in Santa Claus.
Just to sweeten the deal, The Curse also took Dennis out, he had his appendix removed on Christmas Day. We all just can't wait to see what happens next year. I'm hoping for some good old-fashioned Old Testament stuff, locusts perhaps, or a plague.
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Never heard of a Chanuka Curse have you??? Hmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!!
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