So, the tree is down and the stuff is away and we all have our homes back now from the rampage of Christmas.
I'm always amazed at how much bigger my house seems once Christmas is over. We get the biggest tree that will fit, and sometimes, like this year, a tree that doesn't quite fit, and we end up having to wiggle around it to get in the front door. We fill it so full of ornaments I'm shocked it stays up, and we wrap all the presents we can afford to put under it for the big day.
Many nights in mid-December, my Sweetie and I sit in awe of the tree's beauty, glowing with the lights and the promise and the hope of good times and laughter with family and friends.
But come January, man, do I want that thing out of there! And I always feel a massive sense of relief when the red and gold, the special decorations and all that STUFF is packed up, giving us back our simple everyday decor.
But, no matter how diligent I am about putting everything away just so, I keep finding little bits of it, little bits of Christmas throughout the house. A needle from the tree, an ornament hook, a gift bag.
It's like Christmas is never really over. Which is kind of the point, isn't it?