The decorations and cards have been taken down, the little tree is standing outdoors in its pot, probably sighing with relief at being far removed from the wood burning stove, and is waiting to be replanted in a larger garden elsewhere.
The mantel remained decorated and lit until today, Twelfth Night, as tradition demands, chiefly because I am inordinately fond of fairy lights.
Instead, there will be pretty china, and some Spring flowers in tiny vases.
The fridge and freezer are being restocked rather plainly, and it's back to a mainly-vegetarian life for me, after a brief but enjoyable week of cooking traditional roasts and casseroles.
Our spell of family life with a loud, energetic baby is over, and he is greatly missed.
Happy New Year to us all, and hopefully peace, calm and kindness to come in the year ahead.