The Christmas Tree Is Coming Down

The Christmas tree is looking noticeably barer as the day wears on. In fact, it has been denuded entirely. It's down to the bare branches, and the lights that it came with already installed.

What a process. All the totes, plastic bags, cardboard boxes with lids, and the rest. Some stuff is wrapped in tissue. The moving angel, that sets by the tree, is in a bag with a bag over her head. I see a big bearded Old World Santa peeking out of a plastic store bag.

Down below the tree, the musical merry go round horses are silent and still. A dog statue in a cap and scarf looks just as attentive as he always does. Little knick knacks relating to Christmas are coming down. Christmas is definitely over.

The Christmas videos are still setting next to the TV, but of course no one wants to watch them.

New Year's is almost over with. The holidays have come to an end, virtually. It's time to get back to normal. The season of no lights.

May Old Acquaintance Be Forgot?

Why would we want to forget our own acquaintances? And have them never brought to mind?

I should look that up. I was thinking about the lyrics to "Auld Lang Syne," because it seems like it'd be just the opposite. You want to remember your friends and loved ones.

There are a few old acquaintances I'd like to forget, but I won't list them here.

It's Happy New Year night, New Year's Eve. So may you forget whomever you want to forget, and remember the others!