Merry Christmas!

That's right. Forty-six days after actual Christmas day my tree and decorations are still adorning my living room - on the floor, on the tables and on the walls.

Almost everything (except the tree) fits into one box and in order for that to happen, it must be packed in a particular manner. The tree, however, must be the first to shed it's accents.

Beth, the woman who cleans my house - and is the most thorough person I have ever met - comes on Thursday morning. Since I have been promising her for six weeks I would get all of this stuff out of her way (so she could stop dusting things like my Nativity set) this may be the last you see of it.

Then again it's me, so you never know!