I always leave my Christmas decorations up for as long as I can. I love them. They help to make it the most wonderful time of the year. Can I be much cheesier? I sure can. But I won’t.
This is the earliest I’ve ever taken the tree down. And the only reason that I’m doing so this early is because I want to paint. I’ve been putting it off since we moved in back in November and I absolutely loath the color on our accent wall. Hubs describes it as melted peanut butter brown. Personally, I wasn’t aware that melted peanut butter was a different shade than non-melted PB, but I’ll just give it to him and not say anything.
Back to packing up my Christmasness.
We brought all of the boxes up from the garage and started on the tree first.
Ben wanted to help.
Of course, Bella wanted to see how much Ben was helping.
Glittery string thingy? Don’t mind if I do!
And then Bella decided that she, too, would help.
Good times.
Once I finally recovered all of the ornaments that the cats scattered about the living room, it was time to close the boxes and say goodbye until November.
Honestly? It pretty much bums me out.















