Christmas Eve is kind of a big deal in France- that’s when most families have the traditional meal (turkey with chestnut dressing, salmon, foie gras, oysters, etc), exchange gifts and then go to Christmas mass if they want to. On Christmas day they just sort of graze on leftovers and hang out around the dinner table all day. Our Franco-American posse prefers to kick Christmas Eve “à l’Americaine” meaning in a crazy, stressed-out last minute shopping frenzy before we head up to the calm North of France to spend Christmas with la famille. As expected, it is c-c-c-COLD in the North, but the people here are so warm and inviting, you really don’t even notice the weather.
So, down to the nitty-gritty: I must have been pretty nice this year, because Pére Noel brought me a super fancy-dancy camera with a gazillion mega-pixels, AND this gorgeous Michelle for President 2016 doll! Mini-me was all in a tiff because she thought that Santa had clearly made a mistake (natch!) but she got over it once I moved Michelle out of her sight. All and all, it was a pretty awesome Christmas…
