I’ve learned something this past Christmas… you can throw around tinsel, hang stockings (which I personally monogrammed, thank you very much
) pull Christmas Crackers and watch Elf until the cows come home (in French by the way which is not nearly as funny
), but if people don’t have Christmas spirit, they don’t have it, so there you go. B L A H.
But French Nana did love her Christmas stocking. Loved it. I actually think she preferred it to the Adrienne Vittadini shawl I gave her (note to self: next year ditch the designer knit wear and stick to Penney’s Christmas decor for French Nana).
Did you know that I can play bilingual Scrabble? Well I can, and win. And win at Trivial Pursuit en français too. Clearly I am the smartest person in the world.
Fifty had a great holiday, even though I took every opportunity I could to humiliate him like so…
When he wasn’t being humiliated in an elf hat (but really, doesn’t he look like he liked it a little? You can’t be that adorable and be miserable, you just can’t) he was being fed pretty much the exact same things I was… fois gras, escargot, smoked salmon, turkey, and potato dauphinoise. And it was all washed down with this bottle of Bordeaux as old as me…
But none for Fifty, he’s not old enough yet.