January 9th and the Christmas Tree Still Stands

Here we are, well into January, and my Christmas tree is still standing proudly in the corner of the living room. Normally, by now, the ornaments would be packed, the lights neatly coiled, and the tree tucked away until next December. But this year is different.

I’ve been procrastinating, and I know it. Taking the tree down feels like acknowledging the return to the “depressing norm” after the warmth and magic of the holidays. I’m not quite ready to let go of the cozy glow of the twinkling lights or the memories we made this Christmas season.

A Season That Feels More Precious

This year, I think my hesitation comes from something deeper. Shadoe, my beloved dog and loyal companion for over a decade, is getting older. He’s still spry and full of personality, but the gray creeping into his fur reminds me that time is passing.

Of course, Shadoe has no idea what Christmas is. To him, the tree might as well be just another thing in the house that smells interesting and gets in the way of his zoomies. But for me, this holiday felt more precious because I know every moment with him is a gift.

Holding Onto the Holiday Spirit

The tree, in a way, feels like a symbol of the love and joy that filled our home over the holidays. It’s not just about the decorations or the presents beneath it; it’s about the moments we shared—Shadoe snoozing by the tree while I wrapped gifts, or the way his eyes lit up when he got his new toy.

Packing it all away feels like closing a chapter, and I guess I’m not ready for that yet. The holidays are a time when life feels softer, slower, and more intentional, and I’ve found it hard to shift back into the fast-paced rhythm of the everyday grind.

Giving Myself Grace

So for now, the tree stays up. I’m giving myself permission to take my time, to hold onto the holiday spirit a little longer. After all, life moves fast enough without me rushing to erase the remnants of a season that brought so much joy.

And Shadoe? He’s content as ever, happy as long as there’s a comfy spot to nap and someone to scratch behind his ears. He’s my reminder to savor the present, no matter the season.

To anyone else out there staring at a still-decorated tree and wondering if it’s “too late” to take it down: you’re not alone. Let’s embrace the beauty of a little holiday procrastination. After all, January could use some extra twinkle.

Here’s to holding onto joy—one more day at a time.