I dismantled the Christmas tree the other day. Sigh… it seems like just yesterday I was mantling it. When shorn of all its baubles and lights, it’s still a handsome presence in the house.
I know some people like to take down all their Christmas things before the end of the year, but I like to wait at least until the end of Christmas season, which technically is January 6, AKA Epiphany.
The naked tree didn’t sit in the living room for long – the man of the house took it to the back yard where it can pretend that it’s still rooted in the earth and maybe even provide shelter for birds. This is what Christmas trees do when they’re put out to pasture. We have friends who take some of the wood of their Christmas tree and shape it into a cross to display during Lent and Easter. That’s pretty clever if you ask me. After all, the manger scene led to Golgotha.
I miss you, my dear Christmas tree. See you next year!
I’ll probably delete this in the morning, but not by the light of the Christmas tree…
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