It’s over.
Christmas 2010 is a memory now. The weeks and months of planning paid off with an exciting day of celebrating. Now there is that uncomfortable lull until New Year’s Day. I want to take down my tree, but don’t want to feel like I have rushed the spirit of Christmas right out of our home. Though it seems that is what we do year after year.
I feel sadness for our tree. A tree we searched the farm for what seemed like hours. The tree sits quietly in the corner. The lights are no longer turned on. Our tree does not receive water daily, I can’t remember when I last gave it a drink. The beautifully wrapped presents are gone, replaced with haphazardly tossed boxes, perhaps a stocking here or there and maybe an ornament which has fallen off of a branch.
The family and friends who gathered for the big day have gone back to their homes. To their busy lives. When will we see them again? Why do we only get together for special occasions?
Time has come to get out the thank you cards and postage stamps. I still send mine the “old-fashioned” way. Once The Boy is old enough, he’ll be sending them on his own. For now, I’ll write them on his behalf. Sometimes I like to include a photo of him using/wearing the gift too. Manners. So hard to come by these days. But one thing I’m working on hard to ensure that The Boy has.
Okay, so I have tree guilt. The entire time I’ve been writing this entry I’ve been glazing over at our beautiful tree. Feeling guilty for depriving it of water. I’m going to water it now. Perhaps for the last time.
