The Holidays are over and as I looked around my home on New Years, only remnants of the holiday remained.
One lone kiss left on the advent calendar remained.
Toys thrown under the tree
The welcome wreath on the door turning brown
and holiday CD’s back in their cases waiting to be put away.
I wasn’t quite ready to take down a wreath I made from a 99 cents store garland
surrounded by an unfinished wallscape. Believe, Faith, Peace, Love and Hope never made it into their frames. But we carry it in our hearts and will continue to do so all year long.
Well Santa, it’s time to come down.
Hard to believe just a few days ago the stage was set for the big day.
Christmas was a lot different this time around. Our usual trip to Manhattan to see the holiday store windows and Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center didn’t happen. Early dawn wake ups and “cant sleep” excitement are no more. No. 2 son is eleven and the magic has faded. This year it was a 7:30 AM wake up. You think that would be a piece a cake but it was hard getting up just the same. I was up to 3:30 finishing last minute gift wrapping and getting a jump on dinner preparations.
Christmas time excitement through a child’s eyes is so special and I am going to miss it in our home.
So I found it a little difficult dismantling all the holiday decorations this time around. It will be a new kind of Christmas in our household from now on. But next year, I will look forward to celebrating the holidays in more mature ways. The moral of this story – cherish the holiday magic because they grow up so fast! And as I wrote in our holiday cards “May the good times and treasures of the present become the golden memories of tomorrow.”
Do you have any after holiday stories you’d like to share?