We got home just in time to save the amyrylis from itself via timely use of a garden stake. Sweet Husband said that it bloomed during the week between Christmas and New Year's (for future reference), and by the time we got home today the base of the stalk was about to break from the weight of the flowers.
I have to say I'm a little disappointed that there isn't any smell, but she's gorgeous all the same.
And while I'm talking about forced bulbs, next year I need to plant a few less paperwhites in my dish. They've gotten brown and scraggily looking much more quickly than usual, and they look like they're all stumbling into each other. I planted 15 in a large shallow bowl, and I think 10 would have been plenty.