I love putting up Christmas decorations but there's also something so very satisfying about taking them down in January. Yesterday was garbage day so we hauled our tree out to the curb and kissed it goodbye, and I was glowing in the satisfaction of a house purged of all evidence of Christmas.
I heard a plaintive cry of, "Where Mary? Where baby Jesus? Where angel?"
Emma went digging through my packed box of Christmas tchotchkes and dug out the Fisher Price Nativity set. Apparently she wasn't yet ready to part with it, so these three are still hanging out in our living room:
I do love the fact that she has (sorta) learned the Christmas story. So we'll let them stay a while longer yet. Perhaps we can get baby Jesus moved on to Egypt by Valentine's day.