Earlier this week we finally took the tree down. I thought about leaving it up so we
could be the only family in our neighborhood with a Flag Day tree, but then
decided that probably wasn’t as cool as I imagined it would be.
Every year that we take the tree down it makes me
reflective. Like, why is there so
much glitter? The tree is gone and there is a 10-foot radius of glitter on the
floor. It looks like a troupe of strippers live in our house. Tiny Keebler Elf sized strippers that
live in our tree. That last
statement is only completely ridiculous if you think about it for too long. Also, a group of strippers is
definitely called a troupe.
Because a gaggle of strippers is completely ridiculous.
What was I talking about? Oh yeah…being reflective. As I’m packing the ornaments away, I always get a little sad
about all the things that we didn’t do that year. I never sent Christmas cards. Hudson and I never made cookies and we never went back to
walk though the Christmas light display at Rhema Bible College. But we sure found time to find decorations
with glitter, that’s for damn sure.
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