I love the Christmas season, but every good thing has to end sometime.
I go back to work tomorrow, and after work I'll take Son Tony to the airport so he can fly back home. In the Catholic church, the Christmas season starts Christmas Day. It ends on Epiphany, which celebrates the visit of the Magi to the Christ Child. The traditional day of the feast is January 6th (12 days after Christmas), but it's now transferred to the closest Sunday. That was today. When we went to Mass we got to sing songs like "We Three Kings" and "What Child Is This". Next week the familiar carols will be gone.
I was planning of taking down the tree tomorrow night, but when Son Donald came for a visit and asked if he could help us with anything, I couldn't turn him down. I left to run some errands. While I was gone, Hubby Tony and the boys went to town. When I got home the tree was undecorated, disassembled, and returned to its box under the basement stairs. The lights in the front yard and deck had also been removed and boxed up. After dinner Tony started the dishwasher, making sure all the Christmas cups and dishes were included. I stocked the cup cabinet with everyday coffee cups, and when the dishes were done, I piled up the holiday things so they could get put away.
Tonight for the first time in a month we don't have a lit tree in the living room, or the glow of the outside lights. Tomorrow I'll work on taking down all the other decorations and returning the house to its normal state. It will be back to reality.
Until next year....