Nico has been counting down the days until Christmas for weeks. When he realized we were not leaving the ER, he had a complete meltdown. Not in the spoiled-brat kind of way, but in the my-heart-is-broken-with-disappointment kind of way. So we all had a moment, but that moment is over now. And I have to say that this is not the worst place to be on Christmas Eve so far. Crazy, right? But a lot of people do a lot of volunteer work to make that statement true.
I will just list of how thoughtful people can be (and keep in mind that we have not even been here for six hours): remote control robot (batteries included); retro lunchbox with puzzle inside; numerous Matchbox cars; a gift bag containing Kleenex, toothpaste, breath mints, hand sanitizer and other useful stuff; a giant strand of Xmas lights to decorate our room; a bottle of root beer disguised as a reindeer, cute straws, cups and directions to make root beer floats (ice cream at the nurses' station); the sweetest, softest little blanket from the Linus Project; snowman craft; cards and signs (from very artistically talented youth); and candy (thankfully nut-free).
I am so touched.
Apparently last year, Santa paid a visit via a helicopter. Man, I hope they do that again because our room is seriously right across from the helipad.
And to all a good night!