PSP and COPD have certainly changed how we celebrate holidays. Just after midnight I woke up to an alarm sounding on my husbands' concentrator (oxygen). At 2 a.m. Christmas morning I was answering the door to the lucky young lady on call at our oxygen supplier. She brought a replacement machine. It took until 3:30 a.m. to get my husband into a safe range.
Oh, well, we are usually up those hours anyways. I still managed to get some sleep before our adult sons joined me for a holiday lunch. Ger does not come downstairs to join us for holiday dinners since Thanksgiving of 2017.