After Christmas

 The days after Christmas always seem to be a bit of a let down.  After almost 2 months of buildup, it's suddenly finished; leftovers are in various packets in the fridge, Christmas cards need to be trashed or stored for repurposing and some of the toys probably are already broken.   The tree is in the front room hollering to be taken down; though I have enjoyed seeing it set up and lit up this year.

Ellen and I went to town yesterday because I wanted to see what sort of after-Christmas sales I could take advantage of.  As it turned out; not any really.  We got to Walmart at about 10 AM, and all the nice ribbons were gone.  If I had needed it; there was plenty of wrapping paper left, but I have quite a bit of that at home already.  We rarely use wrapping paper; mostly we just bung things into gift bags, top it with tissue and voila.  I save most of the tissue, all that hasn't been torn.  And we all save our gift bags and boxes and give them back and forth for a few years.  Eventually the adhesive holding the bag edges does give out, but they usually last 3 or 4 years.  A roll of wrapping paper can last us 2 or 3 years, if not more, because I try to wrap every gift in a different paper.  This year we actually finished off a couple of different rolls; we had some larger gifts that needed paper.  But I still have several rolls of unopened Christmas paper in stock from last year. 

At any rate; there were no half-price Christmas deals that I could take advantage of, so that was a bit of a let-down.  Not a major deal, but well, there it is.  And on all the holiday aisles of the various stores we went into yesterday, the red and green Christmas items had been condensed to one end of the aisle, and the red and pink Valentines Day items were being stocked at the other end.  Oy, the commercialism.  Although I am not opposed to a nice Reece's peanut butter cup egg once or twice a year; it's still a bit early to think of one yet.  I am still digesting our tin of Christmas popcorn.  Haha...

I guess now it is time to turn my thoughts to the adventures a new year will bring.  Ellen will start her senior year of  high school in 2024.  It has all gone so fast.  I plan to keep writing my kids stories, and maybe a poem or three. I will keep teaching Sunday School.  I enjoy my kiddos; though a couple of them are going to be moving up into the next classroom. Gary will, I am sure, keep working on wells, hauling gravel and messing with our beef herd.

Yes, it is sort of sad that Christmas is over, but the new year awaits.  I pray it is full of good things for all.  

 

Comments

Donna. W said…
I always like to see the new year come.
December 27, 2023 at 7:07 PM
Calfkeeper said…
Yes, it is like a white page waiting for a story to be written on it.
December 28, 2023 at 6:18 AM
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