The De-baubling Blues

I’m probably not the only one who hates this time of year. Christmas is well and truly behind us, and the rest of winter we’ve yet to endure. But it isn’t the flood warnings, the cold weather, the early morning get-ups or the lack of holiday days left in the calendar, no. Of course, all those things don’t help – but the thing I like least of all is taking down the Christmas decorations.

Today is Epiphany or the twelfth day which well and truly marks the end of Christmas. If you’re the superstitious type, it’s widely accepted that taking them down any time after today is a recipe for bad luck. And if you’re really superstitious and not very organised you might be forced to leave them up all year. Either way, it probably won’t be the best start to 2014.

But I do detest all this de-baubling. It’s a terribly depressing thing to do – carefully packing away the Christmas tree lights and knowing that, inexplicably, you’ll return to them in a year’s time and they’ll be a bundled up mess of wires. Stuffing tinsel and decorations into boxes and suffering the scratched skin rashes symptomatic of folding down the branches of an artificial tree that surely never really fitted into¬†that box??

And then there’s the Christmas cards. I’ve never really gotten over the pang of guilt as I remove each and every last Christmas card hung on strings or slumped by the mantelpiece. After all, someone took the time and effort to choose their cards, hand-write them and pop it in my letterbox or in the post. And here I am, hovering a glittery cartoon robin over the recycling bin, its eyes all of sudden filling with sorrow. And I would keep it if I could. I’d keep them all. Honest. But I can’t.¬†Besides all the superfluous smellies and socks, there’s simply no room.

If only there was a way to send Christmas cards that didn’t use paper…

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