Santa Claus and Broken Toes

And so passes another Christmas and nearly another year with it. This year has really flown by and I have never felt more blessed in my whole life :) My family is amazing and so is my soon-to-be family (the Spotanskis). Greg, Wendy, and Lauren came down to Grandma and Grandpa's last night around 3p.m. and we all proceeded to talk, open early Christmas presents, eat, and then play a game of Catchprase and Pitch. Last year Lauren wasn't feeling good and was running a fever and so she didn't really have fun and enjoy Christmas. However, this year was so much different as she was full of it and was my buddy the whooooooollllllleeeee day ;) I even got to help her set out Santa's cookies and milk and the food for the reindeer ;) We then looked for Rudolph's nose (which she was soooooo excited to "see") before she headed to bed.

Greg and Wendy asked me if I would play Santa and put out his gifts to her under the tree so I headed downstairs with my hands full when I slipped on a stair and fell down about 7 or 8, landing hard and having the worst pain in my big right toe. I managed to hobble on down to the basement (after saying a few choice words I might add) and put the gifts under the tree before taking off my sock to reveal a swollen and hugely painful toe. It still hurts to stand on and is bruised and more swollen than ever. I can barely move it and really think that it may be broken, but alas! What can you do for a broken toe but rest and tape it.

Although this spoiled the rest of my Christmas Eve (which, luckily was pretty much over by then) I still have had the most amazing Christmas ever and really tried (and succeeded) to enjoy every moment because I know that Christmas will never be the same again because next year either Nick will be spending it with us there or I will be spending it with his family in Grand Island. However, even though it will be different, it will still be amazing because I will be spending the holidays with the ones that I love.