Yesterday was Epiphany, the twelvth day of Christmas, and I ceremoniously kicked the Christmas tree to the curb. Actually I tossed it in the backyard with the intention of dragging it to the curb tomorrow morning before the garbage truck arrives. However, today, the first official post-Christmas day, it has been raining so hard that my back yard is now a couple of inches underwater and I'm not sure I want to slog around back there in the dog poop soup. Perhaps the tree, exposed to all that natural fertilizer and plenty of water will just sprout new roots? Nah, I didn't think so.
It's been strange to so quickly go from the sparkling white snowed-in holidays to this soggy new year. I'm not quite ready to let go of Christmas but it's gone, gone, gone. Today I went to Target and bought some fantastic Christmas decorations for 90% off! I was so excited but the bargain deco high didn't last long. Stuffing new stuff into the Christmas boxes and moving them out to the garage is actually a bit sad.
Time rolls on though. Tonight Taylor had her first Girl Scout cookie meeting. Presales start Friday. The good news is I can finish off the Christmas cookies while contemplating how many boxes of thin mints I need to get through the rest of the year.