Life of Wry

De-Christmasified in stages this year.  A week ago, I returned most everything to its appropriate box, but I agreed to leave the tree up through the vacation and, in fact, that was nice.  What’s not to love about a tree in one’s living room?  Without all the other Christmas bric-a-brac, the tree was just a tree in the living room.. it had ornaments but otherwise things looked back to normal.

But yesterday, I got to finish it off.  Ornament and tree removal.

Easy, quick, uneventful until right at the end..

Wondering whoever thought glass ornaments were a good idea.  Sure they were invented long before carpet came along.. what were they thinking?

One casualty, but an unfortunate one, with shattered glass scattered far and wide.  First expletives of the year issued.

Whatever.  Cleaned it up.  Jim took the tree out.

Packed up the last of the boxes, of which there are now seven, and re-located them on the mostly hidden ledge in the bedroom. Buh bye boxes.

Buh bye Christmas.

I’m a little too happy with this phase of the holiday, which suggests something probably not too good, but I’m not going to worry about it.  The holidays had their share of high points, and that’s good enough.  Will try and focus on that and quietly endure all the rest.

Besides, there is plenty to appreciate and reflect upon in the transition from one year to the next, and the solstice is planetarily, seasonally, symbolically cool and meaningful, so, see?, lots to dig.

What I’m really looking forward to now is a good inclement winter.  I have lots of reading and writing to do.