The after-holiday feeling can be quite depressing. Seeing off guests, cleaning up, gearing up for a back-to-work mindset…
…and putting away the tree.
This year was the first time I bought my own tree. It’s a 2.5 foot high, fibre optic Christmas Tree from Canadian Tire, with the ability to self light. It was a wonderful little thing that graced the top of my TV with aplomb.
Putting it away in its box this morning made me wistful beyond words.
Maybe it’s because I’m older, but there seems to be a definite finality to the end of the holidays — a funeral atmosphere marbles my apartment, as it goes back to its mundane (yet homely) appearance.
It will pass is short course, but it hit pretty hard. It probably didn’t help that this holiday season coincided with the worst natural disaster in our modern recorded history. At over 150 000 dead in numerous countries around the Indian Ocean basin, sadness can’t begin to do justice to what many of us feel…
The tree is back in its box, and in the closet. Let normal life resume broadcasting.
