..must come down. I'm sure you are familiar with that wise old saying. I first learned the truth of it as a child while tossing a baseball up in the air. One missed catch smacked me in the nose.
But now I am confronted with a different kind of coming down. Emotionally, my spouse and I are coming down from the high of holiday entertaining and travel to face the grim reality. It's time to take down my good old tree. It is not a throwaway. We will box it up until next year. We're making some progress. We actually hauled up all of the Ornament boxes from their storage space in the basement.
We were getting a start on the undecorating when my spouse's son stopped by to pick up a dish left behind on Christmas day. We visited for a while and munched on some leftover Christmas candy, before finally deciding that we really should go out for pizza. That is what you do, after all, when all of the Christmas leftovers have finally been consumed.
And so we did, and so we shall take down the tree tomorrow. And if that doesn't work out, there's always Saturday.
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