Dismantling Christmas

Christmas tree
Originally uploaded by Supercapacity.

(photo credit: supercapacity, via Flickr)

Today, I dismantled Christmas in my apartment. It's always a little sad, no matter how sick of the decorations you may be. Suddenly, the room seems more bare than before, even though you've returned it to it's natural state. That dry, faded green tree at the curbside, looking forlorn, and abandoned. Though, if you look up and down the street, you can see your particular dead stump is not alone. But really, the melancholy comes from knowing it will be another year before you see that cherished ornament your great aunt made, another year before those lights will twinkle in your window, before you'll drink from the special china, bought specifically for breakfast on Christmas morning.

I always hate dismantling Christmas. It almost feels like you're burying glad tidings and cheer, snuffing out a joyous light in the bleak mid-winter.

But, at least I have a desk back again...