The tree is down. My sister and her family weren’t even ready to pack the car to go home and my husband was carrying out our parched Christmas tree. Once the gifts are opened and A Christmas Story has been aired for the last time, the tree just seems in the way. Not only is it in the way, it’s using up precious room that I could be playing and moving furniture in. This is the part where I question why we weirdos go to so much trouble to bring a half dead tree into our house in the first place. Luckily, I’ll forget this feeling over the next 11 months. I’ve still got lots of Christmas I need to put away but the first thing to go is always the tree. I love to see it come in and I love to see it leave.
What about you? When do you take your tree down?