The twelve days of Christmas start on Christmas day, ending with Epiphany on the twelfth day. In France those twelve days are celebrated more than the weeks before Christmas. Hence, Christmas decorations are up, the lights strung across the streets still lite, the Gateau des Rois waits to be served….
Champagne flows.
We are off to Lacoste to meet some friends for lunch. Ruth is a blogger that I met several months ago. She is from Ireland, though recently moved to Lacoste with her husband and baby Louis. I cannot wait to see her baby. The last time I saw him he was a six months old ball of sweet wonder.
Between Christmas and Epiphany, the word no never enters my thoughts. It is a downhill slide from one cake to another. It is a slippery slope of chantilly cream adding extra roundness to my hips.
But after these twelve days of feasting…. there is my anniversary, my birthday, Valentine's, China, my cousins coming to visit, Easter…. breakfasts, lunches, and dinners…
Like I said it is a slippery slope… I have got to do some serious no saying…. it is gonna be rough.
New Year's resolutions rarely make it past day two with me. How about you: Do you stick to them or not?
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