As some of you may recall, this was my first Christmas with an artificial tree. So while it was a bit odd to find myself packing it back into its box, it was also kind of nice to know that we weren't kicking it out to the curb to be picked up by the trashman on Tuesday morning. After all, it had been a very nice "slender" 6.5-foot tall tree. It had supported all manner of ornaments quite well, had given just enough space underneath for a mix of plaster houses and wrapped presents, and had garnered many a comment about how well it fit in the house due to its "less than wide" stature. But all good things must come to an end--or at least to a moment of suspension.
So Christopher and I spent a few last minutes cuddled on the couch last night with no lights on except the tree. And we marvelled at the ornaments again as they got packed up, listening to some of the more extravagant ones play their tunes and/or vignettes. And we packed everything into boxes and hauled it all back into the basement for next year.
The Christmas cards which have been decorating our living room for the past month are now in a pile on the table. We're down to our last dozen Christmas cookies. And shovelling is rapidly becoming drudgery instead of a fun and festive occasion.
But now it's time to stare out at the cold snow and start contemplating spring and the trees outside. It's much easier, after all, to plan for a season which is only 11 weeks away (on the calendar, at least) than it is to try to patiently wait for one which is still 46 weeks away...
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