Bye Bye Christmas

All my old friends

wrapped in old paper


placed in old boxes

stored in the closet

for another year.



When I was three, I threw such a fit that our tree stayed up until April. 

The only way my parents could get rid of that tree was to set the alarm for

two in the morning and sneak it out of the house.  My father dragged it, like

a thief in the night, to some other neighborhood so I would not see it lying,

abandoned, on our curb. I smile to think of all the ways that my father, just

four years home from serving his country during World War 2, found so

much joy in pleasing me, a long-awaited only child.


Nowadays, the tree comes down half way through January.  Not because of

me, though.  It’s Ken who’s in such a hurry to get back to normal. And he

doesn’t set any clocks, either.  He just gets right up off the sofa and

announces that he is taking down the tree.  Just like that.  I concede, though,

when there are no more little cat throw-ups under the table, behind the

sofas, in all the hard-to-reach places, (the sorry result of long drinks of tree

water), that getting back to normal is not such a bad thing.


I keep some old favorites in bowls here and there but most are in

the closet.

And, even though I know it’s ridiculous (this is not a Raggedy Ann story,

after all), I wonder what they are doing all year.

And if they are as sorry as I am to see another Christmas pass by.

One comment

  1. Hi Stephanie!
    Just popped over from
    Susan’s blog and glad
    to see you are back blogging.
    I could so relate to this post.
    We finally took our tree down
    two weeks ago, but I missed
    the lights, so I brought home
    two potted norfolk pines and
    wound them with white fairy
    lights….and everyone is happy : )
    Now, when are you going to
    open an on-line shop? Your
    goodies are just lovely!!
    xx Suzanne