Now that the New Year isn’t quite as new anymore, my thoughts have turned to the removal of Christmas decorations. The Christmas tree itself was granted a reprieve by my husband and son, so it will keep its home in our finished basement for at least another week, but I took the decorations off the potted Norfolk pine upstairs; it’s now back to being a regular unadorned houseplant, and to be honest, it seems a little relieved.
Before the holiday season totally retreats into the realm of memory, though, I want to record a couple of Sage’s highlights.
The first was that I gave him free rein to do Christmas decorating downstairs, which was fairly ill-advised on my part but a lot of fun on his. The look that Sage produced was “Jolly Elf Breaking In And Vomiting Holiday Decor”; fortunately, I was able to pass off my initial horror as barely suppressed delight.
Far be it from me to suppress an artist’s creativity, though; the decorations remain as they were. (It also helped that our holiday company stayed UPSTAIRS…)
Christmas night was an especially memorable one for Sage. He received presents, of course, but almost as important was the incontrovertible evidence of Santa’s existence. How else could he explain the hoof prints in the yard? Fortunately, the prints’ eerie resemblance to those of the Amish horses that frequently lose shoes in the road was lost on him.
And thus concludes the magic, mystery, and considerable artistic license of another Christmas season.
Happy New Year!