I'm in that happy pre-Christmas time when the best is still ahead. The preparations, putting up the tree, stringing lights, school ending for a blissfully long break, the anticipation of being with family and friends - all this is yet to come. Even as I put the tree up, I dread taking it down. Undecorating the house makes me unbearably sad. This year I plan on inviting friends over for wine and companionship as I break it all apart. Perhaps some super friend will organize the boxes to avoid the depressed junking of the ornaments that is sometimes the best I can do.
The larger issue is that another year is closing. I'll feel better in January when a fresh set of 12 months stretch ahead of me, even if it means I'm a year older - I'm a January baby.