A Tale of Two Experiences
There’s something undeniably nostalgic about the phrase, What I Did on My Christmas Vacation. For many of us, it immediately conjures up memories of childhood – returning to school in January, bundled up in our winter coats, and being handed the inevitable post-holiday writing assignment. The topic was always the same: share your holiday experience in the form of a story, complete with a beginning, middle, and end. Back then, it was an exercise in creativity, structure, and self-expression. Now, as adults, we’re still asked the same question – though the audience has changed. Instead of teachers grading our grammar and imagination, we find ourselves recounting our holiday stories to work colleagues, catching up with friends, or even reflecting on it for ourselves.
This simple question has endured because it’s more than just small talk; it’s a way to connect, to share a piece of ourselves with others. Whether we’re reminiscing about the holidays of childhood, giving a polished version to coworkers, or swapping heartfelt moments with close friends, the answer allows us to revisit our experiences and build connections. With this throwback memory to those early school days, let me tell you about my Christmas vacation…

The #AdamsFamilyExperience at Christmas
As you can read here, this was to be no ordinary Christmas holiday at our house – for the first time in several years, everyone was coming home.
All 21 of us!
Things unfolded as planned – everyone arrived pretty much on time, everyone was healthy, and everyone was happy to see siblings and cousins.
We had already designated Monday 12/23 as our “Christmas” – and on the night of the 22nd, all four of our kids and their spouses dove in after their kids, nieces, and nephews were in bed to create the first ever #AdamsFamilyExperience Christmas train:

It actually took less time that I anticipated; in some of Anita and my past experiences, I remember Christmas Eve assembly and wrapping sessions that lasted until the early hours of the morning! Of course, ten sets of hands helped!
The result speaks for itself – an engine with 11 cars, one for each grandchild!

The next fews days were mostly a blur as we unwrapped gifts, ate wonderful meals, played with new toys (grandkids) and games (adults), and just generally enjoyed the wonderful chaos called family.
We even had time to gather for a family photo:

When Christmas Day rolled around, it was time to begin saying goodbye as three of the families headed back home to continue their own Christmas traditions. Our NM tribe had planned to stay with us until the 30th.
…and then some other stuff happened.
The day after Christmas I was not feeling well, and took it easy most of the day. By 12/27 I was in quite a bit of pain, so Dr. Mom, AKA Anita, took me to urgent care where they promptly sent me off the the Emergency Department – where I spent the day into the next morning waiting for a hospital room so I could be transferred.
The diagnosis leaving the ED was surgery for a perforated ulcer, and the surgical team at Atrium Cabarrus was anticipating that as well. However, that’s not what God had planned.
Because of the delay in getting a room, then a delay in having an imaging test that would pinpoint the problem, it was actually Sunday 12/29 when the surgical team took a conservative approach – no surgery at the moment, but complete rest and IV fluids only for up to a week.
It seems my body had encapsulated the ulcer, and was in the process of healing itself. A fews days later I was able to observe first-hand the amazing view of swallowing a radioactive dye going down my throat and into and through the various organs – with no signs of a leak this time.
With vitals where they wanted them, I was discharged on Thursday 1/2 – only to be readmitted 12 hours later with intense pain in my chest. Focused on signs of cardiac distress, the triage team was not as fast as getting me in a room as I would have liked – but at least I got an ED room instead of the dozen or so patients who were lined up in the hallways (including the sheriff’s deputies and a patient in handcuffs)! Imaging revealed an inflamed gallbladder, likely as a result of what was going on next door with my ulcer.

After a few hours in the ED, I was transferred back to PSC-3 – the same post surgical wing with the same nursing staff I had just spent a week with. This group of dedicated nurses were simply the best in caregiving I have ever experienced. To a person they were gentle and efficient as they went beyond fulfilling what they had to do to actually caring about me as a person. Over my 10-day stay, they were amazing in looking out for me in every way imaginable. We even got to laugh over “losing” me during one of the procedures!
On Sunday 1/12 I heard the words from my surgical team I was anticipating: “Do you want to go home today?” With a genuinely fond farewell from the nursing team, Anita brought me home that evening, where I crashed for the next 14 hours.
My prognosis is good, with additional tests and imaging scheduled in about a month to see where my body is at in the healing process.
The boyhood me, receiving a post-holiday assignment, would have quite a tale to tell.
The adult me, reflecting on what happened over the past couple of weeks, has no less of a tale to tell.
Whether it’s an essay for a teacher, small talk with coworkers, or a heartfelt chat with friends, What I Did on My Christmas Vacation is a question that evolves with us. It’s a chance to reflect, share, and connect in ways that go beyond the surface. So the next time you hear it, embrace the opportunity to tell your story – and to learn a little more about the people asking the question. After all, the magic of the holidays lives on in the stories we share.



