Today, we took down the plastic prelit artificial Christmas tree.  I know.  It is late, but it was nice to see the tree lit up during the cold nights in January and enjoyed its beauty and glory without the stress and headache.

While I was putting away the Christmas cards that were proudly displayed on the mantel, I discovered one that perfectly described the holiday season.  It was from Pat, our only celebrity friend, an author, whom I have begged constantly to put me in her next book and I don’t care if she kills me in the last paragraph on page two – Well, I don’t want to vanish too quickly in the book.

Isn’t that the truth?  Suddenly, it reminded me the sign on our bathroom door downstairs.  Matt put the sign up for the medieval fall feast last year.  Yes.  We still have the sign up.