Before I confess, let me wish you all a happy and healthy 2018.
OK the confession. I took the tree down early this year, on the 28th. I have to say it’s rare that it would still be in place come the 12th night, and as I’m not superstitious about such things, I’ve no qualms about packing the baubles away.
Some years I just feel the need to make everything ‘calm’ again. I suspect lot of this glitter Grinch, would have to do with working in retail, as for many years, I was surrounded by as much glitz glitter and poinsettias as could be squeezed into the shop, and had been for weeks before the 25th of December arrived. I just used to want to come home to a clean clutter free zone and relax. Those years are long since gone, but the habit remains.
It’s been a different kind of Christmas this year, quieter than most, Tom has gone travelling in New Zealand, he left at the beginning of December and Joe returned to Uni to party in the New Year with his friends, we didn’t even manage to get down to Oxford for a family gathering as our travel plans were thwarted by a fall of snow.
Now that reads as a rather dour kind of Christmas, it wasn’t at all, we had good times with neighbours and friends, we were even to be found in the village pub on Christmas eve for a very convivial couple of hours (it must be 30 years since I was last found in a pub on Christmas eve!)
So whilst the baubles and my very precious lights are packed away, as usual, I have left some lights in place, a colourful welcoming string in the kitchen window, and an globe of lights in a vintage carboy, shine on, longer days will come.