Help! We’ve been robbed!
The bare-naked corner
OK, we weren’t really robbed, except of the pleasure of basking in the glow of a Christmas tree.
The Epiphany (aka The 12th Day of Christmas) was January 6, so it’s time to say goodbye to all things Hallelujah and Ho Ho Ho. In my house that’s quite a task.
The first thing to go is the Christmas tree occupying our main living area, the rumpus room. For six weeks Husby and I cozied up by the glimmer of twinkling lights and shimmering tinsel. Tonight we’ll be illuminated by the very cold and ordinary light given off by regular lamps.
It’s a sad day, every year, when the tree comes down. Luckily for me the bare tree has been propped up next too the woodpile in the back yard to be recycled for our future use. As I sit in my usual spot in the rumpus room I can cast my eyes out the window and see the tree, once a glorious display of lights and ornaments, now a still-beautiful but plain balsam that triggers memories of Christmas.
Now it’s back to real life. But as Ebeneezer Scrooge says, “I will honor Christmas in my heart and try to keep it all the year.”
Keep that Christmas spirit!
Auntie B's Wax 
I love that line from “A Christmas Carol”…it’s so hopeful. Thanks, Sara!