When I was younger I had the iron clad rule that all Christmas decorations had to be taken down and stored away before the close of January 1st. No exceptions! I remember being like a possessed woman to get it all done, too, and to accommodate the other members of the family I would vacuum where the tree had been during the commercials of the New Year’s Day football games. Often I would start on New Year’s Eve because I just had to have it done. It was a mad rush, to say the least.
Now I am older and, hopefully, wiser. Maybe I’ve mellowed out a bit or maybe I’ve just gotten lazy. Perhaps I just want the season to linger a wee bit longer. Now there is no hurry. I will miss the soft glow of the slowly twinkling colored lights on the tree and the cute little dachshund that made it’s way to my hearth this year. I will miss the charming smiles of the snow people, too. The quiet figures of the Nativity scene will be the last things I put in boxes. Until next year dears, see you in November!