"Naked . . . "

Greetings,

The Christmas trees are all gone.

There is morning light pouring through my bedroom window, now

that the three foot magnolia wreath has been taken down.

There are no garlands on the bookcases in the library.

The house lets out a quiet sigh.

"Whew."

Having shed all of it's holiday finery, it's almost like the house is naked.

And it's wonderfully invigorating.

and a new year begins,

tartanscot