Struggling Well With Life

A Christmas tradition for me happens very late on Christmas night.  Whenever all the excitement comes to an end, and one by one each person makes their way to bed, I wait for about 15 minutes and then kick into high gear.  By 12:15am this morning the inside of our house was stripped of all that is Christmas, and the tree was placed at the curb.  This year took a bit longer as a practical joke left us with an additional 200 gold balls on the tree.  Someone in our house claimed to “notice everything”, so each week of December 50 additional gold balls were added to a six and a half foot tree.  It was so loaded the branches were dropping them at odd times, day and night.  Someone never noticed.  The joy this brought every time I passed the tree all month - priceless.  Though the joke was on me, as I was still finding those blasted balls on the tree even out at the curb.