Today we made progress. All of the tubs of Christmas decorations made it from the hallway and living room out to the garage and up into the attic. All but the Christmas tree and ornaments. That’s a whole other project for a whole other day.

What’s left of Christmas at this point is my beautifully decorated tree surrounded by four plastic totes of various sizes and colors. My sweetheart bought new totes this year, and we filled them and got rid of some of the old broken ones. There’s one large new one and three smaller old ones left.

Many of the ornaments are fragile, and I store them in their original boxes. I know it takes up a lot of space, but I’d rather do that then break them. I’m tempted to just take them all off the tree and throw them in a tote, but the satisfaction of getting it done would quickly be replaced by disappointment finding broken ornaments that hold sentimental value. Nope, it’s just not worth it.

So, for now, I’m happy that MOST of the Christmas stuff is gone, but I’m still dreading undecorating the tree. Why is it so much more work than decorating it?

Maybe by this time next week Christmas will be gone for good, at least for another 11 months.