There is a strange almost pantomime of life associated with every holiday. You get all excited waiting for the life to come, taking the opportunity to deck out your home just for the new joy.
Cards, greetings and joy are all exchanged as families get ready to gather on the special day. Once it comes you relax in a joyful stupor (assuming of course no one accidentally caught the curtains on fire) but come the day after you're just left with a lot of stuff hanging off the walls and sitting in rooms that suddenly feels wrong and very out of place.
Almost like someone close to you passing on and leaving all their worldly collections for you to clean up and put away (I think that makes New Years eve Christmas's wake then.)
Humans are an interesting creature sometimes when you stop and think about it.
Well yesterday we began the Christmas vigil cleaning. Time to say goodbye to our little tree and lights bright enough to land planes.
My Husband always makes that face when he's concentrating, he he he:
That's right, I have an armadillo ornament. Admit it, you're incredibly jealous:
Death had a rather hard New Years Eve and can't stand all the noise we're making:
After a while my husband decided to turn the taking down of the tree into a carnival game. He tried tossing all the branches into the small box.
As you can see, he didn't do a very good job of it.
Does anyone else have some mixed feelings about taking down all the Christmas stuff (sure you get lots of space back, but suddenly it feels so empty)? Are you quick to take everything down or do you like to sit on it for a few weeks?