When four of Santa's elves got sick, the trainee elves did not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, and Santa began to feel the pre-Christmas pressure.
Then Mrs. Claus told Santa her Mother was coming to visit, which stressed Santa even more. When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were out, Heaven knows where.
Then when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered. So, frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum.
When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drunk all the cider and hidden the liquor. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom.
Just then the doorbell rang, and irritated Santa marched to the door, yanked it open, and there stood a little angel with a great big Christmas tree.
The angel said very cheerfully, "Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn't this a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?"
And so began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree...
Did you watch the Front of the Class, the Hallmark Story on CBS Sunday, Dec 7? If you didn't, I highly recommend finding it online, your library or purchasing it.
I usually don't watch these sappy type movies, but this one kept me engaged. I guess it's because of what I am going through right now - I needed a "think positive" movie. And what I am going through seems so inconsequential to what this young man went through in the story. He persevered; didn't waiver in his faith and never lost site of his goal - to become a teacher against all odds of Tourette's.
Today is a quiet day after a long night. Now that I am finished with chemo, I have the time table down. Shoot dang!
Don't read anymore if you don't like TMI.
The chemo and anti-nausea meds cause constipation for the first few days. When you just get to the point of rectifying the situation, i.e., laxatives, oatmeal, fruit, etc., the diarrhea hits. There is a fine balance between getting the two under control. Unfortunatley, I thought I had it figured out and was just so sure that I had passed (tee hee) with flying colors on not landing too much on one end of the spectrum.
Note to other BC survivors: Keep a list of which meds cause constipation and diarrhea. Keep laxatives and Immodium on hand. And pray that you find the balance PDK.