The holidays are officially just a memory. January 6th -- the Epiphany, Twelfth Night, the Twelfth Day of Christmas, Little Christmas -- is the cut off date for most of us. Keep your tree or decorations up much longer than that and the neighbors start talking.
There isn't a remnant of Christmas anywhere in Union Square -- the major shopping area here in San Francisco. Makes you question whether it really happened or were you in some dream world since Thanksgiving? Mind you, it's a dream world in which you have your Visa card in hand ready to pounce on a good deal. And, mind you, that dream could morph into nightmare status when you get the bill later this month.
The saddest part of this post-holiday season is the trees cast out on the sidewalk -- next stop the city's mulching machine. That tree gave its life so you'd have a place to hang some cheap tinsel.
Now may it -- the tree, not the tinsel -- rest in peace.
This, of course, poses a philosophical question whether a mulched tree actually rests anywhere since it's scattered around the many parks and gardens. Perhaps the tree is just part of the cycle of life -- it grows, it gets chopped down, we decorate it, it gets chewed into a bazillion pieces, then spit out in order to help other plants live. It's an altruistic little evergreen that contains symbolism which.......
Please, someone stop me before I start singing Kumbaya.
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