There’s a sad, beautiful feeling in watching them come down. It’s like saying goodbye to a house guest you actually liked. But here’s the secret: the last week of the lights is the best week. The crowds are gone. The exhaustion of the holidays has faded. You can stand in the middle of Regent Street and really look up, without someone bumping into you with a suitcase. It’s a quiet, private moment of gratitude.
So, when do they come down? Sometime between January 5th and the end of the month. But more importantly, go see them now. Grab a friend, or a takeaway coffee, and take a slow walk under the lingering glow. It’s a small, free luxury. It’s the universe saying, “Hey, winter isn’t so bad. Look at this pretty thing.”
And when they’re finally gone, don’t be too sad. They’ll be back. They always come back. But for now, just enjoy that last, lazy, twinkly breath of Christmas. You’ve earned it.
