My family has spent our holiday in the hospital.
Before you sigh and try to start a pity party, you better sit down to read this.
They found some cancer in my daddy’s eighty-eight-year-old colon last week.
It tried to kill him, but my daddy has too much to do yet.
So a surgeon removed it on Christmas Eve.
Then there were many complications. We were afraid.
I spent Christmas night in ICU watching lights and hearing bells.
It was rough, but the nurses and doctors pulled him through.
Do not feel sorry for my family. God came to us.
Even to me; an undeserving, stubborn, sinner.
So Santa was a surgeon and the elves wore name tags.
We all got exactly what we wanted.
All wrapped in shiny foil.
I am headed south to serve holiday ice from a fine styrofoam cup.
There is no where I would rather be.
If you did not get the present you wanted this Christmas, we will share ours.
Thanks to Dr. Dobson, Dr. Patel, Ashlee, Laura, CJ, Jay and dozens of other wonderful healthcare professionals who spent the holidays with my family.