This morning Drew was not feeling well. He was feeling queasy. He blamed it on the movie theater popcorn. We got out of bed and went downstairs. He sat down on the floor and looked a little spacey like he was going to vomit. He made his way to our powder room and up came the popcorn and the Diet Coke from the night before. I felt so bad for him. I rubbed his back until he came up. I flushed the toilet and got him cleaned up. He sat down on a chair in our dining room and I put a cold wash cloth on his face. I knelt down in front of him I said. I am going to call my mom and cancel. You just go up and rest. We can still open gifts later if you want. He said, “I am so sorry baby. it is Christmas Eve.” I said, don’t feel bad. We can still watch It’s a Wonderful life (its our tradition) and celebrate, but you need to rest. Then he went back upstairs to go to sleep.
I got a shower, and then to the store, grabbed some chicken noodle soup Gatorade, and some bread. I called mom to cancel and that we would see her tomorrow at Drew’s parents. I came home and he was back on the floor. I smiled and he smiled. I got him some Gatorade and wrapped the gifts for tomorrow. I had so much to do. I work better under stress, I guess. I did get a little emotional. I know it’s silly, but at there is so much prep for Christmas, and when the situation is less than ideal the emotions get to you. I didn’t want him to feel bad, or think it was his fault that he was sick. I felt bad for canceling with my parents. I know my mom looks forward to seeing us and the holidays. I was a bit of a mess, but it this too shall pass.
In the evening, we opened gifts together. He got me a white gold chain for my diamond pendant that he bought me when we first started dating. The chain that I previously had broke. I got him a robe with his initials stitched into it. He immediately put it on and wore it the rest of the evening. I was so happy he liked it. We still watched It’s a Wonderful Life Together.
It’s a Wonderful Life is my Christmas Eve tradition. It started when I was younger. My grandma would come up from Florida for Christmas. She would send her gifts up a head of time and then she would arrive a week before Christmas and go back to Florida right before New Years Eve, but Christmas always reminded me of her. She would watch old movies in the living room and around that time of the year It’s a Wonderful life would come on and I never realized the significance of the movie and the message until I got older, but I always remember the line at the end, “Every time a Bell rings an angel gets its wings.”
After grandma passed away, we would go to my parent’s friends’ house for Christmas Eve and we would eat dinner, and spend the evening there. While the adults would spend time talking at the dining room table, I would go into the living room and the movie It’s a Wonderful Life would be playing and there it was the line, “Every time a Bell Rings an Angel gets it’s wings….” I would smile and know that my grandma was still there at Christmas time. It’s sentimental I know.
Now every year on Christmas Eve, I make it a point to sit down and watch the movie It’s a Wonderful Life. Drew loves the movie. He loves taking part in the tradition. I take part in his traditions as well. Even though he wasn’t feeling well, I am glad we were together on Christmas.