We took down the tree yesterday, marking our official end of 2021.
I had wanted to take it down on the first, but the kids lobbied an extra day, but we got sidetracked on Sunday and it was suddenly bedtime.
Same for Monday. So I was going to take it down myself that night, but the kids insisted on being part of the process.
So we took it down on Tuesday morning. I put on the Peanuts Christmas album in the background and we enjoyed our last party of the holiday season, taking down the ornaments, lights, and tree, punctuated by a breakfast halfway in between.
A mundane event; a punctuation for the passage of time. I’ll get maybe ten more of these with my daughter (if she doesn’t grow out of it before heading off to college).
2021 was again a strange year, but with the kids growing up fast, I suspect every year will be unique, whatever “normal” we settle into.
So here’s to the next strange year. Let’s hope we make the most of it.