My Christmas tree is still up.
We've had several ornaments broken* - either a giant happy sweep of the dog's tail or the brush-by of a running child - and yet I can't make myself take the thing down.
The ornaments, instead of being strung out in lovely, precisely-spaced order? Are clumped on branches.
I've run into it a few times while wielding the vacuum, so it's pushed farther back in the corner than it's supposed to be.
But it still looks lovely to me - all the sweet lights, my brand-new (gift from B!) tin angel at the top, the reminders of Christmases gone by....
So pretty. Especially....especially.....
if I squint a little.
(The title? Eeyore: Oh botherrrr.)
*Hi! I'm Jess. (Hi Jess!) And I'm the Gluemaster.