The saddest day of the year.
I hate to put Christmas away….. it makes me sad.
Everything looks so pretty and bright with the tree lit up and the fireplace framed in greenery twisted with multicolored lights. I love seeing the twinkling icicles lights draped around the eaves outside our picture window. I even love standing on the outside looking in at the lovely snow covered village arraigned on the bay window seat, the fire roaring in the fireplace, candles flickering against mirrors that reflect their warm glow with the holiday music still playing softly for hours and hours well into January. It just won’t be as bright and cheerful once the decorations come down and get boxed up and placed high in the rafters…. so I put it off till the tree begins to sag and dust starts to gather, lights blink off and on ’til some blink no more. Poinsettias get gangly, the fireplace begins to smell and the candy dish is finely empty.
The grand kids were here for a couple days while their parents de-decorated their new home before they bid a warm farewell to their winter break and head back to the classroom. Our 3 year old told me it was time to take our tree down too… she said,
“Grama, Christmas is over.”
Hearing her own words she frowned a little and pursed her lips, shoulders drooped…. dropping her head she continued,
“Ahhhh, No more presents from Santa!!”
My turn to cheer up the little angel…. not wanting to pass on my traditional saddness I smiled…
“Santa will be back and so will Christmas,” I whispered cuddling her close.
She perked right up and gave me a huge smile flashing the biggest blue eyes you’ll ever see and I knew we’d get through the saddest day of the year together….. at least it comes early, falling in the first week of the New Year besides we’ll always have those big blues eyes and those beautiful smiles from the little ones to keep our home oh so bright and cheerful until next Christmas.
