Actually, "the weirdest Christmas ever" was one of the boys' title for today, and I'm inclined to agree with him. One by one, we fell ill with respiratory flu over the course of just a few hours last night. This morning we struggled downstairs together, and sat around the tree. Quietly, without any fuss, we opened presents to and from each other, drank water, and accepted spoonfuls of paracetemol. We took temperatures, had homemade juice ice lollies to lower fevers, and picked over a meal of baked potatoes and beans kindly provided by Nanny and Grandad.
The Mama -that's me- has been totally out of commission today, thanks to this flu. Next time I post, expect a better explanation of our weird and quiet Christmas!