Steven and I had an at-home adventure today by taking down the Christmas lights on our front porch. We are not the last house in Herkimer to do this, but we were among the last hold-outs. Tradition says you keep your Christmas decorations up till Jan. 6, The Feast of the Epiphany. I read that in a novel many years ago. Somebody pulled down some holly that was in the way, and the heroine had bad luck. It made an impression. Also, I hate to let go of the holiday.
OK, this is the real reason I decided to write my post about taking down the decorations: I wanted an excuse to use the pictures again. I thought a few pictures would cheer me up on a dreary January Tired Tuesday.
Writing that caption made me think of the theory that we are here to be angels for each other. I must think of something angelic to do for someone. That might alleviate my post-Christmas letdown.
Regular readers may remember we put that Santa in the upstairs window because after I carried him down from the attic I did not feel able to make it down another flight of stairs. Lifting him to put him away, I realized why. Steven had put a rock inside the Santa last year when he was out on the porch. How did I not notice that before? In any case, I carried Santa back up the attic without mishap, so yay, me.
This Santa Claus lives on our landing year round, because we love him so much. My Mom and Dad found him in an antique shop in Pennsylvania. I do love a vintage Santa.
Speaking of vintage, I think it is wine o’clock. We put away decorations. I made my blog post. I think I am doing all right for a Tired Tuesday.