Christmas

This picture is a good representation of our Crappy Christmas as we are calling it. The night before Christmas Eve, Sam was up all night trying to decide if he was going to barf and feeling terrible. So he didn't make it for the traditional ski trip on Christmas Eve. While I was getting Christmas Eve dinner ready all day I was trying to decide if I was getting sick but pretending like I wasn't. Once dinner was over I went to bed and didn't get out of bed for the next 2 days. Sam also proceeded to barf that night but was feeling slightly better the next morning. I ended up getting tested and we had Influenza A. Makes sense. I thought I was going to die - actually I would've preferred death. Needless to say I was not around on Christmas morning/day and only rose from my deathbed to talk to Sister Johnson who had the best Christmas ever of which I am very grateful for! We are all anticipating a great Christmas in 2025 as Megan will be home!!

The Spjute talent on our non Christmas Eve.

Cute Savannah and Quincey

Our traditional lighting of the goat led by Brother Ditto

I've gotten so many pictures like this from amazing people that are taking care of Megan this Christmas. So grateful for them!

The happiest missionary in all the land!

This is a small representation of the tissues everywhere in our house

Christmas Eve skiing without Sam, hence the frowns

Christams Even dinner - I was trying to pretend like I wasn't dying.

Christmas morning

Christmas at the Johnsons