Christmas Tree, Oh, Christmas Tree

Happy late Easter everybody! I'm actually really sad that Easter has passed, mostly because that was my last excuse for my Christmas tree still being up. Close your mouth, I hear all your jaws dropping. Four months isn't that long! It's the amount of time that it takes for--well Google has nothing in response to "What can happen in four months?" besides pregnancies. But seriously, it's just not that big of a deal. I mean, Christmas is all about the birth of Christ, and Easter the resurrection...so a Christmas tree was still totally relevant until a week ago. 

     My sister came home last weekend, and when she was going to sleep, she asked me if I was going to turn off the Christmas tree lights. I gave her a quizzical look, raising one eyebrow. She raised both her eyebrows back at me, as if to say, "You are really the one giving me the quizzical look right now?!" I rolled my eyes and unplugged the tree. And it killed me. I thought about saying, "Do you want me to just turn off my love for Jesus, too?" but thought better of it. I'm serious about how it made me feel to unplug it, though. Watching it light up every night and seeing something so beautiful before I fall asleep just brings me happiness that no other season can--except maybe autumn leaves changing colors and falling, but that's not for a few more months.

     I should have listened to everyone and followed their examples by taking the tree down a respectable few days after Christmas, or even New Year's. It could have been like ripping off a band-aid. But instead, I chose to draw this out for FOUR MONTHS. It's time to address the issue, but as I type this, I can see it out of the corner of my eye. Shining all pretty. Sparkling all colorful. Standing all tall. Looking all magical. So.....next week?

Always, Anna