This post uses the photo challenge title “Now” as inspiration, but I’m obviously not using photography.
At this moment, here I sit in the kitchen, the house in disarray as the Christmas decorations come down. I hear the zipping of the bag containing our tree. Yes, it’s fake, something my 29-year-old sister is horrified at.
This time was always sad as a kid. Christmas was really over. Eleven more months, which was an eternity. Now, it’s kind of like, “The show’s over, back to your lives!” Almost a relief to return to normal.
Time flies at the age of 32. Although it’s dreary and bitter cold, by Southern California standards, it could be May 2015—seven months ago. Or at least it seems like it could be May. Or should be May.
So, with that logic, I guess Christmas will be back next summer, fake tree and all.
Image courtesy of historybuff.com
Nice post. We’ve got a fake tree – it comes in three parts. It won’t be gone until after the New Year. I know, Christmas Day is gone, but the idea behind Christmas is always here. Happy New Year and many returns, Peace.
I’m so sorry I didn’t respond earlier! I have been off my blog and just saw your comment. It’s about three months late, but I hope you had a good Christmas. December will be here before you know it. Scary!