Every year there comes a time to dismantle your festive halls. A time to pack away the stockings, the garland, the lights, the ornaments, the nativity sets, and even a little bit of residual joy to save for next year. You sweep up the millions of needles that have carpeted your floor beneath your tree for the last month. You (I use that term loosely, I mean The Husband) tote the many plastic crates upstairs to the attic. About the same time the last box is snapped shut it dawns on you just how many holiday decorations you have and you realize how empty your house now seems.
You pause to say goodbye to the holiday season and 2007. You take a deep breath and quickly realize just how tight your pants have gotten after all the holiday treats and indulgences. You vow to eat better and exercise more regularly.
As you look around your seemingly barren house, you decide it's the perfect time to rearrange the furniture. You can't believe you lived here for nearly 7 years and never tried the couch over THERE. For the rest of the day you walk by and stare at the changed room and murmur,"Why didn't we do that earlier?"
Finally it's time to say goodbye to a dear friend that has served you quite well this holiday season.
This sight causes a mixture of sadness and guilt. You were a wonderful little tree. Thank you.