As I might have mentioned, we took down our annual Christmas decorations on New Year’s Day, and I was very, very careful to go through all the rooms to find the decorations I put out. I actually put one tchotchke in our bedroom, and I got that packed up. I got the one on the end table that was hidden from sight because of the way we turned our sofa to make room for that *$&*@!! Christmas tree. I got the things in the dining room, including a little American folk are Twelve Days of Christmas thing that my mother-in-law gave us as a joke but which we put up every year where she gets to see it all through Christmas dinner.
But, ah, my foes, and ah, my friends, when I looked at the kitchen, I looked from the dining room at the space on the top of the cabinets where we put what few kitchen tchotchkes we have, and there was nothing.
I did not look at the counter.
It’s a little serving set that we got from somewhere that I set out on the counter where it gets in the way of Christmas cooking and baking, but what says Christmas more than something getting in your way when you’re already feeling pressured because of the holidays and you have to get something done and DAMMIT there’s something else?