The One That Got Away

Yesterday, I took all of the baubles off the tree. I removed the beads from the banister, the angels from the kitchen, the wreaths from the doors and the stars from the windows. They were bagged, boxed and safely stored in the cupboard in the other room.

And what should appear today?! One little snowflake, quietly mocking me!



It happens every year, I don't know why I'm surprised.