My decorations make me happy and the house always looks so drab and boring once they have been packed away that I’ve often considered keeping at least a string of lights around, just to remind me of good, cheery times. However, it’s never the same, is it? December is December and there is nothing like Christmas at Christmas; hanging on to glitter, sparkle, wreaths and fairy lights at nauseam never is a good look. They have to go and I have to let go.
I’ve finally managed it and I think that I did better than last year, when I succeeded in the knick of time, just before I left for the States. I’ve got it all done and dusted even though I am already planning next Crimbo’s tree, an all-silver affair covered in my beautiful white glass baubles. Gosh, I cannot wait already.
