Christmas is, once again, packed up into neat little boxes.
The ornaments, wrapped in newspaper. The lights, neatly tangled and stored. The manger scene, the snowmen, and stockings all stacked and packed for their journey back to the shed.
The UN-decorating is always done with a lot less pomp and circumstance than the decorating.
When it is time to take down the festive displays, I always seem to have less helpers than when it was time to put it all up.
I understand. I know what a fun, exciting time Christmas can be.
I also know that I am a bit early on the de-decorating. I usually wait until New Year's Day.
As much as we all have enjoyed the Christmas season, it was time for it to go, all of it.
The live tree, that was beginning to dry up and drop leaves.
The piles of presents that longed for a home in the children's bedrooms.
The snowmen covered in dust, the dancing Santa, and every Christmas card we received, all packed away for another year.
They will be back before we know it.
In the meantime, my sanity and a clean house are safe to return.