Xristos Narodivcya!

Slavite Yoho!

Merry Ukrainian Christmas to all you Ukrainians and Ukrainian enthusiasts! Of course, according to my father, this includes everyone as there are only two kinds of people in the world: Ukrainians and people who wish they were Ukrainian.

Unfortunately, this year the Bereska clan was unable to have their family dinner as my baba/head chef, Elsie, is still in the hospital. She was admitted last week and is feeling better, but because she's trying new medication, the doctors have elected to keep her for a few more days. My baba, however, is not enthusiastic about giving up a few more days' sleep. First there was a young lady in the room who insisted on calling nurses at all hours of the wee morning so she could shout at them. Then there was a woman who talked on the phone late at night, then one who snored. Now, she shares a room with a very old woman who sleepwalks.

And she can't watch her soaps!

My baba is looking forward to being discharged so she can come home and continue life sans nurses, shouting, late night phone calls, snoring and sleepwalking. Mais avec small comforts like The Y&R, Sunny-D and sour cabbage.