Storing Christmas

Today was a lovely, sunny day in the seventies, and we took advantage of it by taking down all the Christmas lights, inside and outside, and putting them away in the attic.  I think the real dividing line between childhood and adulthood is the point at which you stop being sorry to see all the Christmas paraphernalia put away.  My parents used to have to put all the decorations away while I was at school because I'd whine too much about saying goodbye to it all.  Now I look forward to having it all put away.  Not the actual process of putting it away, you understand -- that's always a hassle -- but having it all out of the way and realizing I don't have to mess with it again for another eleven months.