And it begins to hit me, that Christmas will soon be over.
For the past two years, I have taken down the tree the day after Christmas. I was just ready for the chaos to be done and my house to be clean.
This year, it feels completely different. Very bittersweet.
The world always feels so dark, after Christmas. I always want to leave my lights up for another month, and I wish other people would, too. It plunges us into the very heart of winter in such an abrupt way.
Taking down the tree, which filled the corner of our family room with light. Putting away all the things that sparkle and shine.
I am just really dreading it this year.
But I'm trying to remember that I have a few more days. Just a few more days to make magic happen for my children. To bring the Christmas story to life for them, as much as I can. To see the utter amazement on their faces. Today they asked me if maybe Santa was loading their gifts in his sleigh by now. I told them that I thought he might be, and they couldn't contain their shrieks of excitement. I only have a few more Christmases with ALL of my children believing in Santa Claus and his reindeer. These days are truly, truly precious to me.
So I'm trying not to think about the end of this season, and stretch every second out. Because I don't want to miss a single thing.