As I type this, Christmas is just about over. It's 9 pm, and although it's still officially Christmas, I'm feeling in my heart that it's time to move on to the new year and put the holiday festivities behind me. You may think that I'm crazy, but I have a Christmas tradition of taking down ALL of my decorations the day after Christmas! I know..I know.. it sounds rather scrooge-like, but it really isn't meant to be.
There's such a build up to Christmas. As a mother, I've always felt the pressure to give my children the perfect Hallmark holiday experience - Great gifts, family love, the joyous Christmas dinner. I guess after all this self imposed pressure, I needed to bring Christmas to a conclusion. So I started taking stuff down the day after Christmas just so I could move on with life.
My three foster tabbies had a wonderful "first" Christmas. They were in and out of boxes and wrapping paper as all cats should be on Christmas Day. I tried to snap a million different pictures, but the pictures didn't quite say what I wanted to say about the morning. The older cats enjoyed watching with the occasional scuffle as the "wild bunch" got too rowdy.
I've spent part of the evening tonight writing foster parents, asking questions and following up. I can almost see them looking at the time and date of the email, shaking their heads and thinking, "Beth needs to get a life..."
I will have a life...just as soon as those decorations are down tomorrow. :)
Merry Christmas everybody!