My Hungarian grandma used to say that in the Old Country, Three Kings Day was the same thing as “Little Christmas.” In our house, it means one more thing…Timber!
“Can we keep it up all year?” Anna pleaded.
I think of how long it takes to wrap up every ornament, unstring the lights, disassemble the tree, pack it up, hoist it into the attic and lug it into a crawl space, smacking my head on every ceiling plank along the way.
Good news, Anna. We just might.