Peace on earth

We are clinging to Christmas for as long as it will let us…or at least until next weekend, which is the firm deadline I gave the youngest member of our household when he insisted we leave all our decorations – including the tree – up “forever.”

I get a little twitchy post-New Year’s Eve although, traditionally, I wait until January 6, the Feast of the Epiphany, to take my Christmas tree down.

The cheerful red and green seems a little garish once the season ends and our real tree begins to drop its needles. Afflicted, as I am, with a defective aversion to clutter, I am anxious to clear everything away, though not always actually organized enough to remember where I’ve stored things in my haste.

I’m not even a KonMari-wannabe, just someone who likes a little space to breathe in her rooms.

So, it’s been a challenge to walk past the garland still clinging somewhat desperately to my banisters and the giant stockings hanging limply from my mantle. I’m ready to move on.

At least I thought I was.

Then, I sat on the couch in front of my tree early Sunday morning, sipping my mug of tea and enjoying both the view and the pre-dawn stillness in the room.

Peace on earth, I thought.

Couldn’t we all use a little more of that? Maybe even forever.

If you look closely you’ll see red ornaments that have snuck off my outside trees and appear to be making a break for the safety of my basement bins.
I took another tour through my ornaments last night and came upon this one, which I love.
It’s getting to be well-pedicured toes by the pool pic season, so I thought I’d add my slippered and jammied up toes by the tree photo. The youngest picked out this beauty, which is uneven in parts and, because of those facts, quite likely our most beautiful tree yet. Here’s to Christmas trees! And the people who love them! Here’s to peace! And let it begin with me.