I may have insisted you look up in a recent post. But at the beginning of January, just after the old Christmas trees have been left out for collection, I invite you to look down instead.
Why? Because, chances are, your pavements will be lined with little pine needles.
In a month that is anything but festive, it's like Christmas - and all its warmth - is laying down its protective blanket to see us safely into the new year.
I guess you could see this as the bitter end and a mark it really is over.
But for me, these trees and these symbols of home and of family - scattered as they are beneath us as we venture out to face the world (and in my case the world of work) - are a reminder that the real spirit of Christmas should be carried with you every day and not reserved for a December day that might not always live up to expectations.
(NB: I did take a snap but pine needles on a drain in the dark don't really quite do the idea justice. You'll have to just believe me.)