Post-Party Depression

I am always sad when the holidays end. So is Lu. She doesn't understand why the party is over. Why the presents have stopped coming. Why bedtime has been reinstated. Why we have to stop eating all those carbs (no wait, that's me).

We went to see the big Christmas tree on the last day it was up. This was Lu's reaction to leaving:

Which is pretty much how I feel about having to stop eating fudge and white flour.