I began to understand how the Grinch must have felt last night as I took my tree down, five days before Christmas. That corner of my apartment looks so sad now.
Though, when I return after Christmas, I'll be very happy I don't have to do it.
Fortunately, my apartment is not looking completely like Whoville, because Jim and I made gingerbread houses this weekend.
We listened to Christmas music, ate tons of candy (that was more me than him), and talked as we built two happy little neighboring gingerbread homes. I highly recommend the activity.
You'll notice there is a lot of snow on my house...