![]() Yes, the holidays are over, but the cold, dark days of winter are far from done. The decision to take down our holiday decorations after New Year’s is an arbitrary act of seasonal austerity. It is a bleak scene, made all the worse by the fact that it is unnecessary. Read: Have yourself a million little Christmases Now my street is an evergreen graveyard with damp, sickly looking pines discarded by the side of the road, half buried in the driven slush. Two weeks ago, my street was a Griswoldian wonderland with twinkling lights silhouetting the eaves of my neighbors’ houses and robust-looking conifers standing proudly in their windows. If you live in one of the 94 million homes or apartments that purchased or displayed a tree this holiday season, then maybe you feel the same melancholy that I do now. I am, of course, talking about my Christmas tree (RIP). When I stare at this hole, I begin to feel as if a light has gone out in the world. The space, which once radiated a hopeful glow, now feels hollow. Rearranging the furniture somehow only makes the hole grow. We’ve tried to cover it up, but nothing seems to work. Right now, there is a hole in my living room.
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