It's always depresssing, taking down the Christmas tree. Off come the decorations one by one, then the two strings of lights (the plastic angels with their little haloes and the fluffy white ones). Then off with the angel, then the top part of the tree, then layer after layer after layer of branches is removed, folded flat, bundled with string and placed back in the big tree box.
Down with the tinsel from around the picture frame, and down with the green and silver foil tree dangling from the light fixture.
Away it all goes until December this year.
Moved the furniture back into place.
Calmed the cat down.
Swept the floor.
Another weekend over and done with.
Boing, said Zebedee.
Time for bed, said Florence.
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