No day-after-Christmas depression here.
I won’t let it happen. Yes, it’s quite natural to feel some of the air gone out of the sails when the big holiday is gone. But this year’s two-day celebration was so very good.
Elisabeth and boyfriend George shared their Christmas Eve with us. Everybody loved the full array of appetizers — shrimp! — and spiral ham main course put together by Karen.
After a futile attempt to meet my daughter’s suggestion that we put a favorite, “Elf,” on the flatscreen — Will Ferrell and his astonished Christmas colleagues do not reside on Netfilix or any of our On Demand movie channels — I made an executive decision to roll with “The Sound of Music,” which had sat waiting on our DVR the last couple weeks. Karen and I were suitably amused. We discussed the wonder of Carrie Underwood’s braids. Elisabeth allowed how it was better this time around because we could fast forward through the commercials. After the conclusion, the kids admitted that this was the third time they’ve watched it. That George is a terrific sport.
On Christmas afternoon, Karen and I practiced what I preached on my movie blog. We went to see “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty.” The theater was indeed packed, but we did find two seats together on the first row of the upper level of the stadium seating. That alone made me feel fortunate. While in line, Karen pointed out to me how “The Wolf of Wall Street” and “Saving Mr. Banks” were flashing “sold out” for the next showing on the big board behind the pair of ticket sellers.
Daryl came over for Christmas dinner. The appetizers and dinner were just as tasty.
Soon after the new year, Daryl is expected to close on his first house. Karen had a ball shopping for his Christmas list, and he appeared to thoroughly enjoy digging through the mountain of household goods she knew he’d need for day-to-day success. I pitched in with a Lowe’s card that should fulfill outdoor needs. It’s a great house, and we all enjoyed checking off what can be done once Daryl moves in.
Dessert-wise, the cheesecake lasted both nights, and was quite good, I am told.
Ellie B, aka Dogamous Pyle, made goo-goo eyes throughout both evenings. She loves the grown kids.
Everybody appreciated all their gifts. There was immediate gratification. I put on my long-sleeved Maryland Terps shirt and Karen donned her reindeer socks soon after we opened them. Other presents will continue to make all of us happy for a long time to come.
Yes, we had two excellent days in Syracuse, N.Y.
Bring on New Year’s Eve.
Do you go through a post-holiday letdown?