When the angel atop your tree is covered with cobwebs, it's time to say goodbye to the holidays. Bittersweet. Monday Stella went back to school and Oliver and I plucked all the glass berries and Chinese pompom bells off of the tree. Yesterday I dragged the thing out the front door and down the steps myself and made a real mess, and in the classic maudlin style very typical of our family, we all had to touch the tree several times, shake its hands and thank it for its duty before we left it out on the sidewalk.
Then I basked in that light that you have access to when you no longer have a tree situated inside your house. Even though I was running on very little sleep due to a poor decision in late-night coffee drinking, I was recharged. I will miss that tree, but this light feels good, and I have a ton to do!