I (Still) Have Post-Party Syndrome

Today, Mama's taking down the Christmas tree, one ornament at a time, and it's only the first day of the year.  Too soon, I tell her.  Way too soon.  It's like we just waited for the holidays to be over, and bam, back into the box you go, little tree.  I tell her we should at least wait for the Three Kings, although I have no idea when's that.

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Still, that didn't stop her from putting away the miniature fibrous bags and the little spiral angel sitting on top and a couple of my origami butterflies by Michael LaFosse.  The two  glittered reindeer had to go back into storage as well.  She left the Christmas balls hanging though.

This is why I hate the holidays.  I have post-party syndrome.  I get sad after the Christmas and New Year parties, or any kind of celebration for that matter.  It's like after all that merriment is over, we all have to neatly slide back into our regular lives again.  A spike happens in my chart, and then it's a quick plummet back down.

My mom seems to have no issues in this department.  I know.  I didn't hear a single complaint from the reindeer.