True Confessions

I am about to tell you something I'm not proud of. I can't work in the little room I use as an office because it's haunted. It's haunted by the ghost of Christmas past.
All of the precious family heirlooms and vintage ornaments I've collected over the years are still sitting in my office. Still in the box where I dropped them when I stripped the tree on New Years Day. I haven't wrapped them in tissue and put them away in the special ornament containers I bought several years ago. And every time I walk into the room they smirk at me.
So, I've been carrying my laptop around trying to find a place to work where I won't have to look at them. I have bunnies on my dining room table for Easter, and Christmas decorations cluttering my office.
I'm a hard working woman. I don't run from a challenge and I know how to roll up my sleeves and get a job done. Except for those ornaments. I am so ashamed.