Undressed

The last vestiges of Christmas are vanishing now that 12th night has passed. My living room is far less bright and shiny now that the tree has been undressed and the lights have dimmed. I dislike the week or so after the tree comes down, with rooms looking drabber and darker and, as always, still finding pine needles everywhere. Dressing the tree is fun. Undressing it is sad and a chore, packing the baubles away, wrapped in tissue paper and placed in special boxes. Sigh.