The Christmas Tree Must Come Down

The eggnog is gone – and there will be no more for another year.

The wrapping paper will be put back in the closet – after it is re-stocked by post-Christmas paper sales.

The wreath will come down from the wall – replaced by a more “seasonally appropriate” picture.

The stockings need to be gathered from where they had landed after being emptied – and stored carefully for early detection next year.

My red and green dresses will be tucked to the back of the closet – to reveal the more practical clothing that can address cold weather and casual encounters.

The nutcrackers will be packed away into their containers – there is no replacement for the space they had occupied.

Mary, Joseph, and baby Jesus will be gathered into their boxes for gently packed away – with hopes that the Christmas promise will not be packed away with them.

My oldest boy, Ben, has made it to the airport and awaits his flight to Thunder Bay – his departure leaves us with heavy hearts and hopeful anticipation of a speedy spring return.

The season has ended.  It happens every year.  There is no escape – not for any one of us.  Life is like that. Yet, there is a certain comfort in knowing that there is change in the wind.  We are stepping from one season and INTO another.  Life is like that.  Christmas is indeed a season of family gatherings, of celebration, and of good food and friends.    It brings glowing warmth into our hearts and causes us to pause to reflect on the changes we have encountered over the past year.  Remarkable.  There have been births, anniversaries, and deaths.  Many challenges and many celebrations.  Many memories.  Back in September when I received the diagnosis of cancer, I could not have imagined to have been such an active participant in Christmas, yet, I was.  What a blessing.  What a gift.  I participated in the Christmas season.

Kevin is off to work – the holiday is over and routine returns.

No matter how much I want this season to linger… the Christmas Tree must come down.

(Now – where is that silly groundhog?)

About inmycorner

This blog began as an opportunity to tell my Dad's stories. I sat with him and the computer and together we told stories. It was a wonderful way to get to know Dad. He was 9. He and Mom had a wonderful life together and since she passed away a year and a half before him - Dad was ready to join her. I no longer tell his stories but have found stories of my own. The impetus to resume this blog was the discovery that I had stage 4 ovarian cancer. Since blogging had been so therapeutic for my dad and I to get through our grief, I felt maybe this would be a good outlet to process my situation. I also hoped it may serve as an outreach to anyone else who is facing this very ominous journey. So far, so good.
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6 Responses to The Christmas Tree Must Come Down

  1. Gwen K says:

    I dislike taking down the tree – wishing that if I keep it up it extends the holiday – it doesn’t :(. Something to tackle in the next couple of days.

  2. A lovely post. Blessings indeed.
    Wishing you improved health, and continued faith and fortitude in 2015.

  3. And now you will be participating in the hummy drummy winters. 🙂 A great time to build strength and get ready for the next great activity. 🙂

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