A Christmas Story...

It all started out when we arrived back in San Francisco from a lovely 5 day trip in NYC visiting my family. We were sad to leave but excited to get home to start the Christmas weekend festivities. Along with the usual traditions we had a couple new things planned and after a day to rest and unpack we kicked off the Christmas weekend with...

Appetizers and Wine on Friday the 23rd before dinner and...

the symphony's Christmas program, hopefully a new tradition!

On Saturday the 24th we slept in and made breakfast together, something we've done for the last 3 years. I know it's nothing crazy but we rarely make anything more than toast and fruit for breakfast. However, on Christmas eve we go all out and then save ourselves for a big dinner. And I don't typically wear reindeer antlers when I'm cooking either haha..

Caught in action prepping for Pioneer Woman's breakfast potatoes. Mr. Jones made a delicious Italian frittata to go along.

We decided when we moved in together 3 years ago that we would spend Christmas Eve just the two of us, (one day as just our little family) and Christmas day would be celebrated with our "extended" families. Since my fam has been on the East Coast for the last 2 Christmases the tradition has changed to brunch/ family day and dinner/ sleepover at the Joneses with lots of movies and leftovers on boxing day!

So... after breakfast and a bit of lounging we headed out to the movies! We went to the mall downtown to watch Sherlock Holmes! Movies on Christmas eve is something we've done as well and we seem to always choose a big blockbuster, Avatar, Tron, and Sherlock Holmes have been the last 3 ha!

After the movies we hit the street to take in all of the lights my favorite xmas tradition!

Santa sighting at the mall...

The free photo option...

Macy's!!

Excited...

SUPER excited.

Union Square

Our pretty tree!

The "Christmas Angel" as he called himself...

And a decked out cable car rounded out the light tour downtown.

We walked home excited to get dressed up and head out to our fancy dinner at Hillstone, which is where we seem to eat for just about every celebration!

Quick photo before dinner! I was pretty excited about my festive attire and asked Mr. Jones if he had anything else he could wear to match? His response... a glance of my head to toe red and green, a big grin and then a roll of the eye...ha standard.


After a wonderful dinner we were back home all ready for bed and I snapped this pic of the tree with all the presents ready for Christmas day! Love our roaring fire?

Well... sadly that was about as good as it was going to get because instead of waking up to coffee and presents, heading to the Joneses and a big Christmas dinner we did this...

Yep. Spent the entire day in the Hospital.

I mean the ENTIRE day.

Like as in ALL of Christmas day.

ALL OF IT.

My poor, adorable, darling, sweetheart of a Mr. Jones came down with a nasty stomach virus at about 5am.

It was a rough day to say the least, I'll save you on the not so pleasant details but let's just say he was out of commission for about 5 hours at home before we finally realized this was out of our hands, and off to the hospital we went. After lots of fluids, and potassium replenishment we finally headed home at 5:30pm. It was a long one, I tried to be the best nurse I could, we read magazines I did my best renditions of my favorite Christmas carols, I read to him the story of baby Jesus, I rubbed his shoulders and bought him an army load of Gatorade once we were finally discharged.

It was not the way I had envisioned Christmas going down. But you know what. It's ok. Because I spent the whole day with the person that I love, I took care of him and I realized that all I really wanted for Christmas was to be home with him, well, and healthy and any gifts under the tree could wait. And they still do. He's on the mend, not quite 100% and we're hoping that I don't get it as well. Until he feels great again, the tree will remain up, the presents will stay wrapped, and I get to play Christmas carols for a little longer.

In the end I got my Christmas wish. Mr. Jones, home, with me, and on the road to recovery.

I am a happy girl.

To be continued...

XOXO- Miss V.