My darling Mother In-Law, Rosie, an expert in all things Christmas, tells me you’re supposed to leave the tree up until January 6th, because this is when the The Three Kings actually arrived with their goodies. But we’re not particularly religious so, frankly, the tree is starting to feel a little past tense.
Still, I can’t bear to take it down. Why? Because all five of us decorated it together, and it’s the last tree our family will ever have in this nest.
(If it’s still around in March, you have permission to call the fire department.)