I got the flu and spent a whole night puking and shitting for diarrhea.
After all, I slept a little bit till the morning but couldn't get up and eat.
I really don't care much about Christmas anyway but this part was too disturbing of it.
The day I couldn't eat is supposed to be all for meal:
turkey, hum, roast beef sided with steaming potatoes, stuffing and gravy...
Now, though, I'm well so they all go in my stomach. No big deal.