Undressing Christmas and putting everything back in the box takes a day like that, don't you think? It's not that we were unhappy for all that wild color and energy that just ended two days ago, but a kind of lazy tired, a peaceful tired came in "on little cat feet" just as we were finishing our eggs and toast on this much-needed pause in this last month of the year. . .
. . . and for that I was grateful. I decided this was the day to say goodbye to the holidays. "Should I take the tree down today?" I asked my husband who was working nearby on a laptop problem. "I guess so," he said.
I took each ornament from the tree and placed it in a sturdy box to be stored in the laundry area until next year. The work was pleasant, and time went quickly. I changed the music from "Sleigh Bells" to Ella Fitzgerald and brought out the last of the raspberry cookies. Tucker watched from the couch.
By early evening my husband and I were ready for the last of the leftovers, then some time to sit quietly and watch the fire perform for us one of its warm light shows.
"Where would you like for us to be a year from now?" I asked my husband.
"I don't know, " he said; and we fell asleep, too tired to see past nine o'clock, and two days short of a new year in which to figure it all out.
"Quite often lately I have the feeling I don't know what's going on."