De-rig day. The cables of Christmas. The trees are down and currently the fairy lights are orderly, boxed away ready for next year.
December 2020, in theory, will see them brought out of their boxes ready to be unwound onto the trees of the next decade effortlessly. In my dreams. In truth inside their boxes squirming will occur, serpiginous and tricksy they will weave knots of such complexity that several hours of sorting out will be required. There will be swearing.
Baubles on the other hand are well behaved. Boxed up and away in the cupboard nothing changes over the next eleven months.
Meanwhile the dogs adopted their favourite pose of disinterest. Chasing baubles is exhilarating but the hoovering of the resulting damage is dull, better to sleep and pretend nothing happened.