One last look at Christmas before it comes down. Indulge me. New Year's is over and I have one grace day before heading back to work tomorrow (though I did work last week).
Today is one of my least favorite days of the year - Taking Down the Christmas Tree Day. I'll leave the creche in place until after Epiphany, but everything else starts coming down.
My little tree has served me well. I will sorely miss its lights, baubles, and smell. I'll take the tree for recycling, but before I leave it on the heap with the others, I'll hold on to a branch and thank the little evergreen for making the house so lovely. Kate laughs at my little Christmas tree separation speech, but I feel some sort of formal goodbye is in order in the face of such service to the holiday.
So off I go. Unfestooning is not as much fun as festooning, but there's a strange satisfaction in getting things back to their normal arrangement. Still. Sigh.