I’ve been away. Traveling to my fantasy little house in Paris. Heavy green velvet curtains cover the tall windows. They keep out the cold wind that whistles and tugs at the window panes. The house is snug and warm and I’ve filled it with treasure from the Christmas markets. The flea markets have been scoured for bits of Christmas pasts. I’ve wrapped fat white candles with brown paper tied with twine. Angel wings hang from coat hooks and the kitchen is rich with the intoxicating aroma of a welcoming holiday feast. My Paris friend, Theadora, and our worldly traveled Tin Man will dine tonight. Joyeux Noel we shout from the balcony to the street belong. Joyeux Noel!
Joyeux Noel! Merry Christmas! The perfect words to welcome dear friends and family to our house in the country. I’ve brought memories of Paris home. I shall wrap candles in brown paper. I will conjure up golden angel wings. And I will paint the words Joyeux Noel. There is only a few short street of stores in our tiny Ladner village. It’s a charming , calm place to shop. Far away from hustle and bustle of malls. Quite by chance I found these letters on unpainted blocks of wood. The perfect do-it-yourself project. A little dark paint. A little white paint. Voila!
My slow and happy enjoyment of this season continues. There are presents to be wrapped. More decorations to make to adorn our home. A Christmas tree to decorate, but all in good time.
(If you visit TripSavy you will discover the Christmas markets and other magical places to visit during the holiday season. Photo of a Christmas market by TripSavy.)