It's my least favorite time of the year.
The house seems so barren now and not quite as cozy as it was the previous month. The sun shines through the living room window a little brighter now, but the nighttime darkness is what I focus on. The warm glow has been replaced by the emptiness of the outside world.
It will be 11 months until we get that all back, but how much are we going to lose in the process? How much of the boys innocence and belief in magic will wane in the coming year. I can already see it, the looks of wonder and the huge smiles are being replaced by looks of indifference and non-caring grins. The truth is it all peaked a few years ago and now we just hold on to what's left.
Will they even care next year?
So down it comes. Packed in the basement for another year having no idea what lies ahead. Farewell oh Christmas Tree… such pleasure do you bring me.