Finally. The last box went to the attic yesterday afternoon. Sigh. Funny how much I love every sign of Christmas right about Thanksgiving time – until it’s Christmas past – then it’s like “turn off that music and pack those Christmas coffee cups. I don’t wanna see another candy cane or Frosty statue for 11 months, it is time to begin a new year!”
Our last houseguest departed on the 1st and the laundry marathon began. Rugs, blankets, sheets, towels – more towels. Then it was time to plan another week’s meals and send the boys shopping for some more groceries (why are the groceries always gone?!). Then I sorted out the stuff that’s going to the Goodwill. Tired decorations, anything broken and boring. Of course I had to take a few moments to reminisce as I wiped a few tears from my eyes…
Napping pregnant daughter 
and boys playing video games…
Pregnant lady satisfying her voracious appetite!
Newlywed daughter grabbing a corner to snuggle up and read her book…boys eating and eating and….
Me and Santa cutting up while trimming the mini-tree…
Brothers…
Newlyweds having a Christmas hug…
…so much to ponder, but not for long because my mail and bookwork was so far behind due to all the holiday hoopla! AND it was now time to somehow fit everything properly into boxes with bubble wrap, organizing in such a way that no box would be too heavy to hoist into the attic.
All done! Phew! Time for Mrs. Clause to put her feet up and eat some good chocolate 