Logs in the ancient fireplace crackled . Heavy faded velvet curtains shut out the cold and dark night. On the old Victrola Piaf warbled Le Noël de la rue. It was the top of the hour. She opened the curtains. The lights of the Eiffel tower filled the room. Here in the magic of her little house in Paris she would wrap her gifts .
Plain brown paper unrolled. Silver scissors cut. A scattering of pearls. An elegance of black ribbon. A Coco Chanel wrapped Christmas gift.
Champagne chilled. Cassoulet simmered on the ancient La Cornue stove. The room fragrant with its rich welcoming aroma. Footsteps whispered on the ancient stone stairs. Her guests had arrived. It was Christmas in une petite maison. My little house in Paris is with me always. To journey to it I have but to close my eyes and turn the key on the welcoming door.
(Dear Friends, This post of pearls and presents is a favourite. I love the economy of wrapping with recyclable, inexpensive plain brown paper. Coloured tissue paper and metallic paper is not recyclable. The pearls are easy stick-ons and the black ribbon is wireless. Everything purchased in a quick trip to my favorite dollar store. )