The stocking still hung by the chimney with care, even though St. Nick had all ready been there.
Why hasn't anyone ever written a poem about the after Christmas chaos? Where are the carols to motivate me to put away all the glittery ornaments?
Every year I vow to put away everything in an organized fashion complete with photos of all the magic I have created. I will put labels on the garland so that I don't have to play the guessing game of which bunch goes on which banister. The Christmas cards and all the items I will need to start the holiday will be in a separate tote labeled "Open at Thanksgiving". Doesn't that sound all HGTV?
Unfortunately, my packing looks more like an episode of Hoarders. I end up tossing all the glitter into totes as quickly as possible. The Christmas cards are placed in a tote that won't be opened until it is too late to use them. You can be certain that next year the garlands will be just as much of a mystery as they were this year.
I have come to the conclusion that I am much better at making the magic than I am at keeping it organized.