Yesterday l fairly sprung into action to get things done for 'the start of the new year' – ie Monday morning and school back, house clear, getting back to normal, work! I always find taking down the tree and other decorations somewhat sad. These are the words that were coming to mind as l packed boxes and unravelled tinsel and beads.
It has done its duty as a tree in the real world, a home and resting place/feeding station for birds, insects and other small animals. It has given us pleasure and joy with its beauty and heavenly Christmassy smell. Now it will end its day giving of itself again, in warmth on the stove. I will remember all over again.
Boris relenquishes his gilden crown for another year, and l imagine him tossing his curls and settling back to his everyday dreaming on the mantlepiece.
With garlands gone and those hidden rivers of wax from the lighted candles carefully removed, all that remains is the clean up. The sweeping of needles and the wielding of the hoover. All purple prose suspended when the realities hit.
Christmas is over for another year……….