I know that for many, the Christmas music that started back in early November has been turned off, trees have been boxed or put on the curb, lights have been stored for another year, and the last of the cookies have been eaten.
Not at my house.
Today is the last day of Christmas. Epiphany, to be exact. Three Kings Day.
My tree is still up and lit, and the wise men only today get to stand next to the Holy Family and worship the newborn king.
Tomorrow, it’ll be all over, but for one more day, I am celebrating Christmas.