The Christmas lights in our village float across the main street, along the facade of the church, and around the baker's window. The season of expectation is upon us. Or at least that is how I like to think of it. I remember the feeling I had as a child: Aching anticipation, an undeniable feeling in the air, longing, hoping that the biggest present under tree was for me.
Christmas the songs, the stockings, the lights flickering at night, the smell of the pine tree, and my mom making popcorn balls.
Years ago at a brocante I found a Christmas music box. It was round, had some pine trees, deers, and a little boy in a green jacket. It enchanted me. Though it was more than I wanted to spend. I walked around and around, and yet constantly found myself in front of the stand that had the music box. I ended up buying it, I've never regretted it.
What is one of your treasured Christmas decorations?
And the Christmas songs. Nothing will ever sound as wonderful as hearing Christmas carols in English. And then my babies, Chelsea and Sacha started singing Christmas songs in French... Oh my.
Petit Papa Noel! We went home (Willows is home, though I haven't lived there since I was 19 years old.) that year and I made them sing Petit Papa Noel a million times.
Have you heard this take on the Drummer Boy? If you haven't you must.
One year while I was putting up our Christmas tree, Sacha who was seven or eight at the time, made a comment that our red and green decorated Christmas tree didn't really go with our house. He was right. Our home was more neutral light colors. I had always thought that Christmas had to be red and green, my childhood memory held it to be true. Though the next year and the years to follow Sacha's comment allowed me to decorate Christmas differently: Christmas wasn't restricted to red and green.
What color is your Christmas?
Christmas is in the air.
I feel it.
And soon I will be home.
French Husband and Sacha will stay in France and celebrate Christmas with Yann's family. Chelsea and I will go to Willows. Half and half, egg nog, it is what it is, a Franco/American family.
My Mom and Holly are having an open house in my honor at their shop. If you can, I hope you will come! I would love to meet you!
6 to 8 pm
211 W Sycamore Street
Willows, CA, 95988