Our tree stands bare in the living room, next to the fireplace upon which no stockings are yet hung.
Neither Dean nor I have the energy to root through the Christmas decorations to find the twinkly lights and boxes of ornaments.
We don’t feel like clearing space for the other decorations, such as the moose family and the Santa family. The wind-up toys, the pillows, the battery powered candles, the outside twinkly lights.
I thought today would be the day, but it wasn’t. Maybe next weekend. Maybe not.
At least we released the tree from it’s bondage.
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