And just like that, Christmas is over. We’ll get a few more days out of it, tie it into New Year’s and everything, but from here on out there’s nothing but a slow, or quick, fade. I did my best to get into the spirit, but sickness and residual strife were difficult to overcome. Maybe next year. That’s the joy of Christmas, you can always try it again when you’ve forgotten how awful it can be. For now, I look to the sun as it sets in the barren boughs of a cherry tree. Â The days are only getting longer from here on out, and it is the time to sow the seeds of change.
The warmth of cherry wood will see us through the remaining Winter. And what remains is the bulk of it, so buck up. This ain’t no cakewalk.
