The mortals have cunctation down to a fine art.
I’ll wait here while you go look that up.
They may say that they leave the Yule tree up in observance of some arcane reckoning of liturgical minutiae and/or trivialities, but we all know that anything that smacks of effort around here tends to be put off practically indefinitely.
But apparently today’s the day! Time to un-Yule. The over-decorated arboreal monstrosity has been de-frocked and is in the process of being dismantled and wrestled back into its plastic prison to dream away another Midgardian year.
I did not help with the disembellishment. Nor did I point out they were making one teensy little oversight…
…until the various boxes of ornaments had been laboriously tetrised into two big tubs and lugged back up into the attic. It’s far too much work to reunite this little bauble with its brethren now. Oh, no! Whatever shall we do?
Hmmm. I wonder if I can possibly find someone who loves shiny, round, glass things.