Today we will take our tree down. We will let the candles burn down once more, listen to the choir sing on our dinky little cd player. We’ll carefully untangle the decorations, take off the apples and straw stars, unwrap the paper roses from the tree’s branches. We will wrap Mary and Joseph and the baby in tissue paper, and the three kings. We will wait for the husband to manoeuvre the tree out into the garden, and hoover up the needles behind them.
The fairies decorated our Christmas tree the night before Christmas Eve, but they’ll need help tidying up, now that it’s all over. Maybe it will convince Kaya, who insists that Christmas can’t be over just yet – because “we didn’t have any snow!”.
We didn’t get any snow, but we had a lovely time. The first Christmas with the four of us – just the four of us, without (extended) family. Also, the four of us – Batu’s first Christmas.
But now it is time to pack away all those bits of magic into their respective boxes. The windows will look a little bare for a while, without the stars. The living room will look a little emptier and a little bigger, and I won’t have to twist my arms around the tree to get to the bookcase any more.
It was lovely, and now I am ready for the rest of January, the rest of the year to unfold.
Weekending with Amanda.
How has yours been?