My house is still adorned with Christmas decorations. I've been procrastinating on taking them down for a number of reasons:
Plus, the only real plant we have in this house is dying a slow but sure death. It's horrible. I pull dead leaves off that thing on a regular basis; there are very few green ones left. And once that plant is officially dead, we will have no greenery in this house, real or fake. See? This house needs my tree!
But then, about ten minutes ago, for no apparent reason, the lights on the tree went out.
And my heart sank a bit.
I think the universe is trying to tell me that Christmas is, indeed, over.
Maybe I should take that trip to Menards today and use my time off to pack up my Christmas spirit until next year.
Or... maybe I'll take advantage of some clearance sales and get some new lights for my tree!