It ain’t over till it’s over…

Or — She who takes down the tree gets the Toblerone bar.

I know a lot of people like to clear the holiday season away with the new year, but I like to leave everything up through the twelve days of Christmas before I even begin to think about it. Then, you’re right at Ukrainian Christmas, so — really — one more day. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

The truth is, Mr. G, honey and my b-i-l are big Christmas babies and get all teary when the seasonal greens and twinkle lights and special ornaments get put to bed. Let’s not even talk about those incredible inflatables. I must admit, I do love that about them. Don’t tell. So, it’s a slow process of removal until it’s finally packed, put by, and awaiting Christmas future.

Poor Little TreeWhile talking on the phone with my mama yesterday, I began removing the Victorian tinsel from the Christmas tree. I’d like to pause here a moment to thank whoever invented the cordless phone, thus allowing me to talk to my mama and denude the tree at the same time. Later in the day, every time I needed a rest from the keyboard, I ran downstairs and removed a few things here and a few things there. Eventually, all that was left standing was a naked little tree. Poor little naked tree.

As I might have mentioned earlier once or twice, my little happy fam pretty much disappears after the holidays leaving me alone at home to  d e a l . Well, let me tell you this year that turned out to be a bonus for me and too bad for them, because I found the last Toblerone bar in the Christmas tree. Yep.

Sorry guys. Not really. I’m going to enjoy it for days to come. Well, that’s if I leave it in the kitchen and work over the garage and have to burn a calorie to get a taste. Yeah. That’ll probably work. Not really. But. But. It IS the Swiss dark chocolate with honey and almond nougat Toblerone bar. Yeah. That could get dicey.

I’m planning to be a force of writing nature today, right Sven? Okay. That look was just plain evil. You get none of my T-Bar. Hear me, Sven? None.

Hey. It’s Friday. Weekend’s comin’.

Elen

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