Letting go

I knew the day would come when I would have to let it go but I've been coming up with excuses to delay it. As I write this post I'm pretty bummed out because I know it is the last thing I will do before it happens. The christmas tree comes down today. I love love love the smell when there's a fresh christmas tree in the house, and I love how perfectly it fills the void in the corner. But I have to accept the reality that it is dried out and dead. To be perfectly honest, I won't even plug it in anymore for fear it will catch fire, and a slight breeze can make hundreds of needles fall off. If it weren't for having a house warming party on Sunday, I would leave the tree up, but I don't want to have to defend myself. Cale said if it's still there he will not take the blame for it. I didn't realize that having a Christmas tree up this late was weird, until upon surveying people I've realized that I'm quite possibly the only one on the planet with a real tree still standing in our living room. On the same note, the outdoor lights have been taken down, but with great pride. I was so excited when I realized that upon driving home late at night that we were the only house on the street with our lights still on, though the other houses had them up, but they were just not turned on. The next day Cale took them down, with the pride of knowing that we have the most Christmas spirit for keeping them on, but we weren't those lazy neighbors who still have them up. *sigh* I love the holidays...