Epiphany occurred over a week ago; Christmas is over. I got busy so we were a bit slow taking down
the Christmas tree. A very dry, brittle tree
was dragged out the front door yesterday, leaving a trail of needles behind
it. Now I sit on the steps between the
dining room and the living room pondering the boxes and Christmas decorations
around me. Large green tubs await the
boxes. Myriads of ornaments sit in small
open boxes while other more delicate ones have yet to be wrapped. Stray ornaments can be found in various odd
places, carried there by our young cats.
Snowmen and reindeer rest on my coffee table. The dining room table in covered. Where to start? It is overwhelming.
I hate this job. Decorating for
Christmas is a joy. Opening up boxes and
rediscovering old friends and memories delight me. The colors and lights brighten the cold, gray
winter days. It is hard to say goodbye
to Christmas. January is so often cold
and cheerless. However, once again I
will pack it all away like pieces in a puzzle and then I will face the new
year. It will be up to me to carry the
joy and light from Christmas into this year and discover what is possible.
