It was time to pack up the decorations and take down the Christmas tree. Makes me sad to pack away those special memories for another year. I love the lights, the tree, the macaroni and glitter ornaments the kids made in preschool. I love the magic, the mystery, the nativity. There is so much hope in the holiday season. I feel like we packed it all away.
Now, I know this is not the case. Still, as the naked tree stands on the patio I wonder where the season went. What season packs as much anticipation as this one? In spite of all my graces, I am having trouble shifting gears from Christmas time to normal time. Ironically, even as I make this shift in two weeks I have to go on a buying trip to buy for next Christmas. No rest for the weary (or is it the wicked?) I never can remember.
Sure there are other holidays in the offing. Although Reno says he's not shopping again until August. And I believe him. Valentines is around the corner, Ground Hog's Day, Easter, you name it - they will come.
Letting go is something I struggle with. Maybe we all do. Perhaps, in packing up Christmas, another gift in some way/shape/form will arrive. Life works this way.
Life with dogs. A little humor, a dash of play, a seed of faith, and of course, some dog fur.
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