I pretty much missed Christmas this past December - yep, for the first year ever I got the flu shot on a year when the flu shot wasn't quite so effective. I spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with a scary fever - so of course didn't consider visiting my Father in his memory care facility until I was well.
We celebrated Christmas about five days late (a lesson learned from dementia is that the calendar is irrelevant for the most part, so no harm done). When I got to Dad's room he was sound asleep, so I arranged his gifts under his small Christmas tree before waking him up.
Here's how the conversation started:
Me: Look Dad - under the tree. Santa Claus came!
Dad: He's a good man.