Christmas may be over, but it lingers in the air. Families gather and disperse, celebrate and return to their ordinary lives. My own family has convened to open presents three times over the last three days. A thick winter snow now falls to the ground. It looks and feels like Christmas. I am in no hurry to return to work. I want to snuggle under the blanket of snow, listen to the soft snores of my two pugs, relish the remaining moments of the year's final embrace. It is not easy to say goodbye to Christmas, we won't meet again until next year.