Sugarplums banished... A new beginning awaits..

Away ...  All traces of Christmas are slipping quickly into boxes and totes --- except the pretty tree.  It waits until January 6th, Twelfth Night.  Vividly white snow and icicles sparkle outside through my daddy's insulators, and vegetable soup simmers deliciously in the kitchen.  One day remains until all we have is one regular weekend.  Semester 2 waits at the door, and a morning email announces a new student to arrive in our classes on Monday.