The day after.
The Christmas tree is still standing in a corner of our living room.
The white curtain lights hanging from the eaves of our house have been left on since Christmas Eve.
The snowflake on the advent calendar hangs from it's string not having a place to "be."
And little by little the ziplock baggy of ham is shrinking in the fridge, and cookies and bars are either
disappearing or getting stale.
Soon the chickens will get the last of the leftovers and the day will come
to box everything up and tuck it away in drawers, plastic totes and sheds.
Some years, I'm one of "those" people who take it all down the day after Christmas.
All but the "lights."
Those I like to keep for as long as we can.
Today; light has new meaning.
I'll share more about it closer to the new year.