The Last Trace

Twelfth Night! All decorations should be down! (They are).
But a few chocolate coins linger in the bowl, the last vestige of Christmas.
Twelfth Night, the end of the Christmas season, was "traditionally a time of revelery and topsy-turveydom" !

In Shakespeare's play of this name, the end song says:

"When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it right every day."

The forecast for the end of the week may reflect the last line!