It never fails. The one thing I never ask for but always receive at Christmas is a rip-roaring head or chest cold. This unwanted tradition has again foisted itself upon me, so right now I have squeaky laryngitis that makes me sound like a sick chipmunk, I'm coughing like it's going out of style and I'm downing NyQuil just to get some unbroken sleep. (I blame the lady with the hacking cough at Bavarian Meats. Grrr.)
The good news is that I'm surrounded by fantastic people. I love my family.