As a child, I can remember feeling such an incredible feeling of grief and let down when the last present was opened.
All that savored anticipation had come to an end. Fin. Final. No finale.
In my adulthood, I feel differently. I am glad to be off. Off work. Off the stage. On switched to off. There’s that feeling of relief that I did it again. There’s something comical about the fanfare now.
I spotted a few amusing sites on our way back from getting Eamon his new glasses today in Easton.
Baby Jesus and his crew have left the house.
I’d say Donner and Blitzen had a misunderstanding.
This is the happiest holiday house on the Denton/Easton Road.
My lovely readers, I can not tell you how happy I am to have you as my audience and my muses. Your care and interest makes this all possible.
Keep celebrating the off-ness of it all. See you on Monday with Post-Christmas posts of Christmas decoration pictures.