Six Star Wars
movies in the past four days, enough John Williams music and light saber
battles that I responded “May the Force be with you” to the cashier who wished
me a “Merry Christmas.”
Of course we had
to watch the three original films prior to viewing The Force Awakens in the theater on Sunday afternoon. Loved the new episode (VII), even dragged the
kids to the theater an hour early to “stand in line.” Very little line
materialized (blame it on the Broncos game) but Rob and I enjoyed telling stories
of our childhood when lines for episode IV stretched around theater
buildings. Remember when Darth Vader was
new and very few of us caught on to the vader / father reference (until episode
V, at least)?
We’re trying hard to keep a lid on spoilers for the new
movie now that we’re reunited with the Clavadetscher cousins - who haven’t seen
it yet. Watching the Empire Strikes Back
with their crew last night inspired many witty zingers about brother-sister
crushes and uncle most likely to be voted Chewbacca. (John does a mean Chewie howl).
The light side of the Force is dominating our Christmas at
the moment despite ice and snow and William’s winter cough. The boys went sledding and came home frost-bit
and crusty, ears full of our tales of the childhood sledding hill. Aunt Karen
crafted the baked sweet potatoes and Nana put soup on while Carol and I walked our
prospective turkeys off, and Papa held down the fort in his easy chair. The
kids are playing “Star Wars” in the basement now, and I’m signing off to put my
computer in cold storage for a while. May
the merry force be Christmas with you.
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