January 8 and now our home has returned to its normal state of comfy warm pandemonium. The smell of Nuremberg Wurst and crisp baguettes and sweet grainy mustard...mmmmmm memories of Germany. Lovely dinner remenicent of a Christmas cruise a few years ago. Now its a little naked looking in here after our wonderful tree was stripped and carted back to its box in the basement.
I like the whole process of packing it all away. Taking each decoration and lovingly wrapping it, placing them in their boxes...I recall the tme, where, and our conversation of each wee purchase. Mushy, poignant, emotional silly moments. Every one precious to me. 💖
Some of my favorites are from way back when I was a lass, watching the golden deer as it swings in an ornate pear. The bright plastics, shining thru the branches of our tree. Or the soaring snowy owl, a gift that suprized and delighted me a year or so ago. Thanks Brigett! So many lovely memories.
While wallowing in days gone by, I remember grandmas tree, coloured bulbs festooned in 'angel hair' and bubblers perculating on every branch! Miles of tinsel everywhere. All adding to the magic glorious sparkle of Christmas!
Now, relaxing with my feet up, I find it odd to be planning next year; maybe move the guitars and amp into the basement, allowing the 2nd big tree in our livingroom!
Maybe I'll sit and sip and ponder,...or perhaps say good night!
