Yesterday I finally
started to take down my tree. I'd planned to start on January 5 and be done by
the twelfth night, but a post Christmas illness being spread around my family
laid me low for two weeks, and being chronically ill, I've been recovering
since. At any rate, in attempting to disentangle some ornament hooks so they
can fit back in their box, and weighing the environmental cost of trashing the
jumble versus the cost to my sanity, as I calmly sat disentangling hooks I was
reminded of an article I read before Christmas.
In writing about
relationships, the writer mentioned that you can tell a lot about a person by
how she responds to putting up Christmas tree lights. And I was reminded of how
wise we are in our ignorance.