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Christmas . Frasier and Niles . Uncategorized

Merry Christmas 2017: Analysis

On December 31, 2017 by Speranza

Niles asked for a “whizzer stick” this year (my own bastardizational term for an immersion blender) but in the few days since Christmas (which feel like as many years) I have felt as though someone has lowered one into my emotional core. I don’t know if I am the only one who needs to just sit and stare at the wall after Christmas but after ten solid days of cooking, cleaning, fretting and trying to pretend I don’t feel like hiding in a closet with some (decent) gin, my tranquility resources are, (in keeping with the season) in the red.

Perhaps Christmas was a little flat this year because I just didn’t have it in me to insist on the few traditions that I really do look forward to. (How could I miss watching Alistair Sim in “A Christmas Carol” for example and the subsequent weeping that follows). More than ever, I truly believe that the build-up to Christmas (which is not spent frenziedly shopping and/or complaining) is the very best part and the time I like most. On Christmas morning I was literally trembling (possibly from too much coffee and alcohol the day before) but when the kitchen door swung open, letting in not only a swirl of snow but also Niles and his Lovely Girlfriend (she of the violet eyes) arriving still in their pajamas, and Frasier, resplendent in tweed coat right behind them and looking every bit like Scrooge’s handsome nephew, I felt a surge of happiness that predicted for the next few hours at least, all would be well.

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7 comments

  • bflyguy January 3, 2018 at 3:17 pm - Reply

    So true about the appreciation of the days before Christmas. Too many people focus on the day itself. And is there some unwritten law about radio stations not being able to play seasonal music after the 25th?

    • Speranza January 3, 2018 at 3:57 pm - Reply

      bflyguy! Your wit and wisdom has been missed here! (Esp when you agree with me ha …)

  • Debra January 3, 2018 at 7:32 pm - Reply

    Love your whole post, and these lines especially: “I don’t know if I am the only one who needs to just sit and stare at the wall after Christmas but after ten solid days of cooking, cleaning, fretting and trying to pretend I don’t feel like hiding in a closet with some (decent) gin, my tranquility resources are, (in keeping with the season) in the red.” So good! I too know those feelings of inadequacies, those reflections, and those Christmases that all stream together, but also stand apart. And yes, I too have a whizzer stick in my soul, as I recover from the holidays. 🙂

  • Speranza January 3, 2018 at 8:34 pm - Reply

    Appreciate this 🙂

  • Cathy Willits January 20, 2018 at 9:09 pm - Reply

    I have finally found my way to your blog.
    I too have realized, in the last 2 or 3 years, that it is the season and the days leading to Christmas that I enjoy. Christmas day 2017 I went to the Hilton with my sister for a lovely dinner. I was so happy to break the cycle of old expectations for the day.

  • Speranza January 20, 2018 at 9:14 pm - Reply

    Good for you and thanks for visiting – what you say is true, it’s all about the season 🙂

  • Cathy Willits January 20, 2018 at 9:15 pm - Reply

    I have finally found my way to your blog.
    I to have recently realized that it is the whole season, especially the days leading up to the 25th that I love.Christmas day 2017 I had dinner at the Hilton with my siater. It was lovely. A new tradition is born.

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