When I got up at 4 am Friday morning to go on my hot air balloon ride, I felt something I hadn’t felt in about 50 odd years. – a Christmas stomach. Early Christmas mornings when my sister and I were young enough to “believe” or wanted to “believe” my stomach always felt horrible. Of course our mom wanted us to eat a good breakfast before opening presents but food was not something I could get past all that curdling excitement. So this morning, even though they had my favorite funnel cakes at the fair I couldn’t get one past my Christmas stomach. But I did manage a couple of bites of mini cinnamon rolls in a cone.
