Sean and I have a tradition of opening our gifts from each other as the very last thing on Christmas night. After we tore through them he setup the camera on the tripod at the top of the stairs and ran down before the timer went off.
(I'm wearing the super cozy blanket my mom gave me for Christmas)
I came back downstairs this morning and decided we should pack away the decorations. This whole after-Christmas thing pretty much breaks my heart every year. Good thing I'm not dramatic, right? But it really does make me sad that it's over...so taking everything down is like ripping off the band-aid...get the pain over with quick. Then I try to concentrate on making the house clean and reorganized (and sometimes rearranged...or actually always rearranged).
Considering the past trouble making I've done around this house during the last week of the year, who knows what 2010 edition has in store. Wish poor Sean some luck.