Three weeks past Christmas, this is as far as we've managed toward taking down the tree.
Much progress was made last night, after Biggy and I told Jack we were going out to dinner for a "date night." JackMan cried about not wanting to eat leftover meatloaf (I made Tuesday) and begged one of us to take him to McDonald's, so Biggy, who gets points aplenty for thinking fast, agreed to give him a ride only if he'd promise to take the ornaments off the tree. That brilliant transaction inspired a new chapter in my book on child-rearing, all about the advantages of adding bell pepper to meatloaf.
The aluminum tree, my very own, remains fully embellished in the living room. Last year, I took it down in July. The only reason I recall the month is that Garey reminds me weekly. (Perhaps I should remind him to dust that air vent. He's been know to clean up my house when he can't stand it anymore.)