The remains of our Christmas tree came down in their entirety today.
I call them remains because we (a loose term... okay, okay, Robb has done every last bit of it) have been taking them down in stages, and all that was left were the lights.
I always think I will be so sad to see the tree come down, but I never really am. It's a joy to put it up, and 6 weeks later, it's a joy to take it down. I gave my living room a full once-over with the vacuum, and there is now room for the toys that have otherwise been encroaching my kitchen, since there was no room at the inn in Toy Corner.
So, farewell, Christmas Tree. May you rest in peace in our basement. We'll see you next Thanksgiving.