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For some people, I imagine Christmas is a season to linger over. Keeping decorations up well into January must be like a cup of really good coffee at the end of a delicious meal. You never want this perfect time to end. I can understand this feeling. But not about Christmas. Too much of a good thing is just too much. Happy to give in to the feeling that things need to be put right, with order restored, I take my decorations down right away. For years, I’ve taken some good-natured ribbing about this behavior and even felt a bit ashamed. As though I had, in some way, diminished the meaning of the season by rushing it along. Nowadays, I stand firmly proud of myself for simply being myself. There is no wrong way or certain length of time to celebrate.
Christmas just a little longer