So it begins.
Those cold and long days after Christmas. Tree still up. Halls still decked. Fridge full of leftovers in the form of an over-indulgent breakfast casserole.
I know it has to all come down eventually. That's the hardest part about these days after. Going out to the garage to fetch my giant, plastic totes seems daunting (and freezing).
I'll give it a few more days. We did, after all have a wonderful few days of being merry and bright. So I'll let it all linger just a while longer.
Sausage casserole, anyone?