the end of christmas

 There were pine needles everywhere.

Here's all the mish-mash of weird Christmas lights wound up to confuse and frustrate us next year. Cords and plug ins, all goofy.

 I had a tall grandchild climb up onto the cupboard and pull the Santa sleigh back off the wall.

All these festive cardboard guys, year after year:

The living room has returned to boringly normal.

And that's the end.  Onward.

So much love, Val