And so it’s finally over. Down went the tree, along with the kids’ hopes that Santa would return “just one more time.”
For Doug, the de-Christmasification process didn’t happen a day too soon.
“Did you know we are the only house whose lights are still on?” he grumbled after driving home last night. “I don’t want to be THAT house.”
But it’s too late. We are THAT house. With all that work I put into being joyous and jubilant and blissful and festive, I will continue to suck every last drop out of Christmas for all it’s worth. Besides, I hear CL&P can use the extra money.