january 3

It’s January 3, and Christmas is, at long last, over.

The presents have all been unwrapped and put to use in one way or another, so that I can hardly tell the new from the old.

The goodies and treats have all been consumed, replaced with healthier, more waist-conscious fare.

The cards and letters (which seem to dwindle in number every year) have all been gathered up and soon will be sorted through and “filed.”

 The tree is out by the curb, the garland and ornaments put away until next year.  Even the pine needles have been swept up and thrown out in the trash.

For me, there is something immensely pleasing about this day; something truly uplifting.  Is it the chance for new beginnings?  The opportunity to wipe the slat clean and start all over?  Or is it just that my house is cleaner and quieter than it has been in months?

I don’t know.  I do know, however, that I am going to enjoy it for as long as I can.