our perfect tree came down. This is the sad part of the season. Our tree was the most beautiful tree we have ever had. I sat before it every night, or nearly, and looked at it, and the fire. Cozy, Christmassy, wonderful. But the new year has begun. Her needles are dried out and done. She barely smells like Noble Fir any more, even if you scratch the trunk to release the smell the way the tree people told us.
Benji and I put on Bing Crosby one last time and started pulling off the ornaments. We savored and wrapped and remembered. Then we put the ornaments in their special box, padded them with Christmas stockings, packed the lights on top and put them away. I took all the beautiful Christmas cards off the mantle--couldn't bear to throw them away--pictures of gorgeous children, the artwork of friends, holiday wishes. I put them in a bunch with a strong rubber band and saved them, too.
It is time to dive into 2010!
December 10
8 years ago
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