...must come down.
After hosting a casual meal with friends from church after service, Baird and I looked at each other and knew the time had come to kick the Christmas tree to the alley. This is one of my least favorite activities. As much as I love Christmas, I hate taking down the decorations. I usually put it off far longer than I should. This year, however, our tree was looking a bit lopsided and droopy, and we both figured we should put it out of its misery before it started making its post-Christmas protest by dropping every single one of its needles.
So, in the course of about an hour, our tree from went this:
to this:
{Big Sigh}
Just eleven more months until we do it all again.
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