When The Lights Go Out (bp coyle)

I just turned off the Christmas lights for the final time. I waited until everyone had gone to bed. I’ll take everything down tomorrow when the kids are at school. I’ll ring someone to take away the tree, there’s half a dozen fliers in my letterbox offering to do it for a small fee. The poor thing is looking sad now, tired and drooping.

I always get a little melancholy right about now. Another Christmas over and gone. Don’t get me wrong, it was a good one this year. No dramas, only happy faces. As close to perfect as it’s possible to get I’d go so far as to say.

Not sure if that makes it better or worse.

And how many Christmases will I be granted? No one ever knows the answer to that.

Then there’s the kids. They’re already half grown or more than that. My days of assembling Barbie Dream Houses on Christmas Eve are long in the past. Not that I regret that, those things are a nightmare. Still though, it gives you pause.

I think there’s a sliver of Christmas cake left. I’ll finish it off and go to bed.

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay