...glitters with innocence and paper plate angels. It wears a garland of memories of young love and first Christmases, and droops with the weight of salt dough snowmen, whimsy, friendship, and love.
It's time to say goodbye.
I've spent most of the evening tucking red and green back into big cardboard boxes.
Maybe it's because I procrastinated decorating for Christmas so long, but I've felt a little melancholy putting it all away.
I'm not quite tired of the snowmen and Santas and angels...and memories.
All that's left is the tree.
I decided to leave it until tomorrow evening, when I can take my time and treat each ornament with loving care.
They deserve more than a hasty goodbye!
(Am I the only one with a tree still sparkling in the corner of their livingroom?)