It's time for each bauble to find its box.
I don't mind the tree making its exit, since its shedding like a mangy dog,
flinging needles dangerously close to the eye,
and Husband says its been a fire hazard for about two weeks already.
That tree must have been cut in .... September?
And all the Christmas what-nots - I'm so glad to see them go!
It's time for snowflakes to appear inside!
Happy New Year!
May 2013 be the year in which you move more steadily forward instead of backward;
the year that finds you receiving as well as giving;
the year you find yourself finally more often thankful than desirous.
And if you find yourself making resolutions, even though you say you don't -
join me in keeping these things in mind:
Find these things, which are worthy of some January pondering, here.