Today, while taking down our Christmas tree, I broke one of my favorite little bulbs. It was sad because it fell from my hands, through the tree, and landed on the floor making that sound that precious little glass things make right when they break. It was special because someone special gave it to me. It makes the surviving bulbs that much more special.
I'm sad to see Christmas go, today was the last day (according to some hearsay about scandinavian traditions). This was the best Christmas I've had in years but I'm excited for future Christmases, which hold the promise of even more merriment!
Thanks to everyone who came and participated in my old fashion (no electricity) Christmas party. Hopefully this will become our yearly tradition.