Can I just say, "I love my Christmas tree!"? Really, I just love my tree. We have been packing up "Christmas" now that it is Ordinary time. The tree stills stands in all its glory in the corner of the living room by the fireplace. It is just so beautiful, especially at night, when all is finally quiet and the tree lights are on and all the other lights are off. There is a peace I find in those moments, a peace that is so hard describe. It is a peace that is so elusive the rest of the year.
I know it needs to come down soon. The branches are just starting to dip. But I want just a few more nights to cherish that peaceful feeling, to sip my last cup of tea and drink in the beauty. Then I will give in, pack it all up and return to Ordinary time. Maybe, if I try really hard, I can keep a remnant of that peace in my heart.