The tree is down and, along with the decorations, is packed away in the storage locker. (Sure, I miss live trees, but I haven't been able to smell them for the past three Christmases.)
Our cards and lights, however, will remain up until Candlemas. The Resident Fan Boy, making his way home through the heavy January rain in the darkness of just after sunset, told me that he was never happier to see our lights glowing in welcome.
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