And so, my final day of the holidays was spent doing very little. I got up a little early to play games under the light of the Christmas tree. Just a few hours later we were morosely removed it's decorations before bundling it up in a painting sheet to take it outside. If any curious neighbours looked outside it would have looked like Rebecca and I were turfing a dead body, alas the only thing that died in our household was the Christmas Spirit. Til next December I suppose.
I told myself I'd get to this point in the evening and gone through the stages of grief before heading back to work. Still somewhere in the grieving stage though. It'll come and it'll go for sure but I guess we'll find out what's been cooking for us over the holidays. Nasty surprises or flowers and roses?
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