Another year has begun, and that of course means another has ended. Today is the Twelfth Day of Christmas, and tomorrow is Epiphany. I took down my Christmas decorations yesterday.
This is always a bit of a melancholy moment for me, as the special time that is the Yuletide is now done. I remember when I was a boy, I used to sit and look at the Christmas tree with all of its light illuminated. Last evening, I noticed someone else doing that.
I tend to think of Tucker as the baby of my feline family. He’s not the youngest; Renn is. But his shape and his behaviour, and the sounds he makes, tend to give the impression of a tubular, furry infant. It was perhaps fitting then that I saw the roly poly one gazing at the Christmas tree, just before it came down. He was not looking at it as Renn had done. My big boy stared at it as if it were interesting, intriguing. Tucker looked at it with wonder. He was probably trying to decide if there was something on it he could eat. But he looked innocent and awestruck.
Good-bye Christmas for another year.