There’s got to be a better way.
As of this date, Christmas tree is still up and plugged in. At thanksgiving Sheba is more than willing to haul down the attic the half dozen boxes to erect and decorate a tree. However, when it comes time to dismantle and put the tree and its accoutrements back in its proper box, feet seem to drag. Excuse begats delaying. What once was joyously engaged in way before Christmas becomes dread and sudden reluctance. “I’ll wait until grandson comes and he can help with disassembling and hauling it back up into the attic.”
If it all was left up to me I would buy a tree that opens out like an umbrella with ornaments and lights already in place and then plug it in. Then reverse the entire operation and put it neatly back into its single box. There! Finished and done. An almost automatic process. Happy undoing Christmas.