Last Night of the Tree

I lounge on the couch with my feet uncovered.  I can feel how cold my toes are but I’m too tired to get up and get any socks.  The rest of me is warm so it seems to compensate for the freezing digits.

My not getting up to get socks reminds me of all the times when I’m too busy to go pee and then when I finally do go it is such a relief.  Maybe I should get the socks.

But I still sit.

I look around the living room that I just picked-up and it is finally quiet since all the kids are in bed. All the pretty twinkle lights are gone except for the ones on the Christmas tree that we have yet to take down.  There are just so many ornaments and I was too tired to do all of that today.  I kinda like that it still remains.

I glance over at it and I see bulbs and ornaments my kids have made with their teachers at school and the ones I helped them with at the paint-your-own-pottery shop.  I see some with their pictures as babies. Also still hanging are ones in the shape of Texas (which is such an awesome shaped state) and the fleur-de-lis-shaped ones for living in Louisiana. They do LOVE their fleur-de-lis symbol here.

Angels and Nativities and glass also circle the faux fir.  Memories hanging in all sorts of shapes on the tree and in my mind.

I spot a glittery little bird house I bought last year, just because it was cute, which I’ve done with so many of these.  Then I see one of my very favorites, which is a frame that contains a picture of Tim and me from our honeymoon, when we were 12 years younger and less wise. Twelve Christmases we’ve spent as a married couple. So much has happened and changed.

I sit with my cold toes and my warm heart wondering what 2012 will bring and hope and pray it will be a really good year.  And I enjoy the lights of the tree for the last night until late November…