Celebrating Boxing Day

Time shifting the holidays seems par for the course when all the months after "pre-COVID" just blur into one long COVID period.

Gifts wrapped by me, using the fabric and ribbons that have become my hallmark for Christmas.

So, this year we celebrated Boxing Day.  It wasn't intentional, but that was how the chips fell.  After the effective cancellation of Christmas Eve, of course Sissy and I didn't head to the Mother Ship until Christmas Day, and late, at that - Sissy took forever to launch; I even managed to catch some of the Yule Log before it went off the air, which was still before Sissy was ready to go.

WPIX Yule Log - a staple for New York City residents, most of whom do not have fireplaces.

En route, we decided to support a family favorite, Pho Bac in Elmhurst, and picked up food for an ultra-late lunch/early dinner - linner.  And with all that good food in our bellies, naps were taken, and before you know it, everyone had had Christmas on social media, and we hadn't even wrapped gifts.  I told Sissy she had thoroughly ruined Christmas.  So we went to bed, woke up, and tried again... on Boxing Day, which, actually, was quite appropriate for us. 

Clivia, among the indoor holiday blooms at the Mothership.

Boxing Day spread for lunch.

This year's tree.

Pistachio cannoli - from the work kit for a summer associate event.

Chocolate chip cannoli - same kit.

Congee for the evening meal.

Mama Hen's flan.

More to come. 

[No more to come; closing out after editing to add captions to the photos August 27, 2023.]