As much as I love the Christmas season, I must say I enjoy the bitter sweet motions of its closing. Last night, we carefully packed away the ornaments, trees, wreaths and garlands. Its actually a comforting ritual. Once again we talked about the significance of particular ornaments as we delicately wrapped and stored them for next year’s celebrations.

For the sake of organization, I attempt to box our decorations in a systematic manner. I store the traditional Christmas tree ornaments in one tote, the formal tree ornaments in another, and box delicate nativity scenes and antique ornaments together. I pack the greenery in large bags. Lights are gently wound up, secured with quick-ties, and stored together.

I appreciate having the opportunity to thoroughly dust my banisters and mantels. I vacuumed away every trace of greenery, enjoying our freshly decluttered home.

Winter is here in all of its glory. We are living under mounds of snow and frigid temperatures, enjoying the warmth of fires inside. Even so, I can sense a crocus somewhere underneath it all.

“At Christmas, I no more desire a rose; Than wish a snow in May’s newfangled mirth; But like each thing that in season grows.” – William Shakespeare



