Sunday we began the process of untwining and decorating the tree. The mood was subdued for most of the morning. There were a few delighted moments as they discovered favorite decorations and, of course, when we finally lit the tree the first time; however, on the whole, the day was pretty serious. I felt that we were all going through the motions. We knew what we had to do, but our heart wasn't in it. It wasn't unpleasant, but it certainly wasn't the hyper, crazy fun that we have enjoyed in years past. In my heart I knew that this would likely happen, but the reality really of it all struck me as the day progressed.
By bedtime we were all a wreck. The kids had held it together as much as they could, but couldn't maintain any longer. There were lots of tears, arguing, and tantrums. The boys admitted that they weren't really looking forward to much about Christmas this year. For them it's something to get through and it just isn't the same.
We found it...finally!