It’s Monday morning and for the first time since December 21st I am alone in a quiet house. My family has flown back to California. Brian headed in to the office. The Christmas holiday is officially over. It went out with a big hurrah: Turkey dinner with all the trimmings for 17 people.
And now… Now I don’t quite know what to do with myself. Or even how to feel. It’s a mix of melancholy and readiness to resume a routine (not to mention a normal diet). The two emotions combined result in me puttering from room to room in an attempt to pull the house back together but not getting very far. To clear the clutter means accepting that Christmas is over, a fact that elicits both a sigh of relief and a tug of resistance in my chest. Maybe that muddled feeling is how you know it was indeed a merry little Christmas.
Wow. I didn’t cook for 17 or host house-guests, but I couldn’t have written it better myself! Here’s to a Happy New Year!