Goodbye Christmas
Waking up on December 26th is bittersweet. You have to acknowledge Christmas is over, and some goodbyes need to be said. Goodbye to the Christmas food and songs that were constantly around during December. Goodbye to family and friends you don’t usually make time to see. Goodbye to the decorations and lights that you so eagerly put up the day after Thanksgiving. And most depressing, you have to say goodbye to the Christmas tree; the Christmas tree you adopted, homed, fed, dressed, loved, and probably named, or is that just me?
You say farewell to this beloved holiday by putting all the ornaments and decorations back into their dusty storage containers, throwing away all that wrapping paper, driving your cousins to the airport, and tossing the Christmas tree and cricket that came with it (no joke, our tree did have a cricket living in it) outside for the garbage truck to take to the dump. Let’s be honest; you didn’t chop your tree into pieces to put into the green bin to be recycled. No one gifted you a chainsaw. Note: ask Santa for one next year. But that really doesn’t matter. See, my boyfriend informed me today that the green bin just goes to the dump. I always thought something from the tree could be salvaged and become something new. Wow, I guess I thought we were better than we actually are… at least here in Los Angeles.
Some good things come from Christmas being over. You finally get to know what was lying under your Christmas tree and whether or not you will be re-gifting it or keeping it. You don’t have to stress over the thought “Did I get everyone enough gifts?” anymore. That thought was the cause of all my Christmas pimples, not the sugar or alcohol consumed within the month, I swear. And lastly, you no longer need to clean up those pesky pine needles your tree shed every day.
Whether you like it or not, Christmas is over. It came and went just like a nice vacation, a season of House of Cards, the large smoothie, and Sundays. Don’t worry. New Year’s Eve is right around the corner. 4 days, to be exact. At least now you have something new to stress out about. You’re welcome!
