Careful to tradition, both French and American, I have set up the house for Christmas to enchant my children and soothe my soul.
Prepared are the 13 desserts on a large pottery platter. I have stuffed the dates with almond pate, the other 12 desserts surround them. Gifts are wrapped in red and green paper, tucked in each ribbon is a branch of holly. The santons are waiting in the creche, holding their gifts, the three kings hang out in the room next door following the star. The Chestnut cream is made for the Buche de Noel. Stockings and Sabots in place for chocolates to arrive. Champagne chilled and tempting in the frig! Christmas menu circling in my mind; Smoked salmon with creme fraiche and a twist of lemon, Chestnut soup, pastries with roquefort, roasted walnuts and glazed pears…Even the weather is cold enough for snow! With all this joyful energy about, how could I possible be homesick? Nevertheless I am; My heart looks back at Christmas in California, I can see my Mother preparing her home…popcorn balls in the basket…but before my heart feels too bittersweet I hear Sacha singing:
* Petit Papa Noel
Quand tu descendras du ciel
Avec des jouets par milliers
N’oublie pas mon petit soulier!
Little Father Christmas
When you come down from the sky
with your thousands of toys
do not forget my little shoe!
*Raymond Vincy 1946
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