Good-bye, Christmas

It's Twelfth Night, and in our house that means Christmas is officially over. We spent the evening taking all the decorations and the beads and the lights off the tree, and packing it all back into boxes.  The tree is in the garden now, waiting to be chipped up and made into compost, and the boxes are back in their corner of the crawl space. It's looking pretty bare in the living room, and not even a little a bit twinkly. Sigh.

Taking down the Christmas tree always makes me sad. I know that about myself. So, I tried to make the most of it, this last day of Christmas. I put on my She & Him Christmas cd one final time, and sang along while we worked {man, I love that album! have you heard it? it is marvellous}. I thought about having some chocolate, but that is so not in keeping with my new year's goal of eating healthy and losing 10 lbs, so I decided on a glass of wine instead {only marginally better, I know!} I ended up having two. I don't drink very often, and probably for very good reason. Alas, it did not make me feel merry. I just got all weepy instead. "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" came on, and I was a mess.

So. Here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to call it a day, climb into bed, and get a good night's sleep {always necessary after a noisy day in kindergarten, but even more so tonight, I think}. Hopefully I'll wake up happier, and in a better state of mind, in the morning. Once we get the living room re-organized, I'm sure I'll be feeling glad of the extra space, and inspired to start anew. I might even learn to like January a little bit.

I'll be back tomorrow with a gratitude list. It's been too long, and I think it's time to get back into that routine. I'll end the week on a happy note, I promise.

Until then, good-night, dear blogging friends.
Sweet dreams.

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