The bleak season of winter descends, plunging us into a weird gray void that might just lighten up by March, but no promises.
As we take down the Christmas lights, a bulb burns out with a brief flare and the vague smell of distressed tungsten.
The holidays…the holidays are over.
There was one gold-wrapped imported chocolate hazelnut candy left in the box, but someone ate it. But they left the wrapper. It rocks, gently, side to side, your breath moving it, unhampered by anything so dense and heavy as chocolate.
When the last ornament is packed, wrapped in paper and thrown into a box, you turn, sigh, and step on an ornament hook. The dog looks at you, goes back to sleep. The dog is much warmer than you are, and in less pain.
Soon the only trace of the festive yule season will be a half-filled bowl of mom’s fruit salad. While the color is certainly festive and seasonal, you’re pretty sure it wasn’t originally green.
May your new year be full of a dead leaf and three fake berries. With love, Thrifthorror.
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