A snapshot of me, talking to me:
Take the Christmas stuff down.
I don't wanna.
No one else is going to do it. Buddy the Elf isn't here.
Why do you put up so many decorations?
Every year you say that. Every year you put them up, sigh happily, and say, "It's so worth it," then every year when it's time to put stuff away, you say, "Why did I do all this stuff?"
Shut up and put everything away. Clear the decks. Get to work.
I started to take everything down today. But now I don't have the heart to dismantle the tree. Not just yet. Someone plugged it in this morning, and it looks too pretty to touch. I'll just let it keep twinkling. At least for today.
I put everything else away: the stockings, the Christmas cards, the Santa figurines my sister gave me. The Jesse tree, the Advent calendars, the Christmas mugs. The greenery, the lights from the mantel, the Nativity. The cardboard Santa Claus card caddy that Atticus brought home from Goodwill 32 years ago. It's silly, and retro, and it's perfectly Atticus. I love it.
Sometimes I dither about the other stuff: I have a few snowman decorations, and sometimes I sweep them away with all the other Christmas things ("The fun is over, people! No more winter-y anything! I'm sick of it! Where is spring? Why is it only January?!") I never meant to start a snowman collection. I don't really even like collections (unless we're talking books), and if you asked me if I had a snowman collection, I would say, "No! I don't collect things that collect dust." And yet, here they are, sitting on my hutch, every December:
They sure look like a collection. As with every good thing in my life, I didn't plan them, and would deny that I'd ever have wanted them, but there they are. A few snowmen who make me smile. A happy life. (Just don't call it a collection. It makes me feel like a crazy old cat lady or something.)
The tree will come down this week, but this year, I decided the snowmen could stay through January. Probably through February. Instead of wishing for spring to be around the corner (because, let's face it, it's not), I'll use the snowmen this year to cultivate the hygge.