I don't know how to break the sad news to you but I feel it's best to be honest. It is with deepest regret I have to inform you that the Christmas tree will be coming down this week. The thought of taking down the tree makes me feel like the proverbial evil stepmother. Who forbids her step daughter from seeing her best friend ever again (your much to young to want a prince)!
The tree was there to console you, usually between 7 to 9 every night, when nothing else could. This sparkling beauty filled your eyes with wonder and amazement particularly, when all other lights were out. The trance like state it would put you in would allow me to shower, eat dinner (while it was still hot), and get you to sleep at night. Indeed, I too am mourning the thought of disposing of the most useful tool in my "mothering toolbox."
I know this parting will be rough on the entire family (and the neighbors), we may even regret this decision for a time but we will pull through. I am trying to focus in the positive aspects such as decluttering the living room and having more floor space. I just hope our new friend the bouncy chair will help with the transition. Be patient and find joy in watching the washer spin round, while you bounce in your chair. My smelly armpits will thank you for it!