Suspiciously Lumpy

Nope; K has not finally done me in and stuffed my body in a bag. This is our Christmas Tree, which I've just dragged out from the cupboard under the stairs.
We traditionally "Christmas" on Thanksgiving weekend, and "de-Christmas" on New Year's Day. That's more than enough time to go through the entire emotional sequence from "doesn't the house look nice done up for Christmas?" to "isn't it great to have the house back to normal?"
The outside is already done; lights and other decorations hung, and the dangerously springy aluminium extension ladder put away without incident or injury. I think I earned this break, but it's likely only a moment before the boss cracks the whip again.