Well, our tree is gone. Tomorrow is the day the city has ordained as the last day for trees to go out. And so out it must go.
To help Bella with the transition I asked her to help me take all the ornaments off the tree. She was a great little helper, placing them one by one into the box. Only a couple of glass balls were broken.
After dinner Dom carried the tree out the front door while Bella stood out of the way in the dining room, saying her farewells in a mournful voice, “Goodbye, tree. Goodbye, tree.” Then she ran and hid in the office while I vacuumed up all the needles.
And so ends another Christmas season at the Bettinelli house. A few decorations remain to be packed away, including the Nativity set. I think saying goodbye to Baby Jesus may be even harder than parting from the tree.