My Le Petit Village Christmas kicked off at 6:30A.M.. Why so early you ask? Well surprisingly, it wasn’t Fifty who woke us up, tail wagging, ready for his walk and to see what Santa left him. It wasn’t The Husband, impatient and anxious to finally unwrap all of his pressies, and it wasn’t me either. It was my mother.
‘Supposedly’ she woke up because she needed a glass of water, and she walked (stomped) down the stairs, turning on all of the lights as she went. I asked her about the large tumbler of water that had been on her nightstand, and ‘apparently’ she had been unable to find it in the dark. Um, OK. And since we were all awake, we might as well open up everything that was under the tree.
At least being up well before dawn gave us plenty of time to relax, watch Elf, and have a Mimosa or two (or three or four) before lunch at Papa’s house.
When we arrived, Papa was wearing his Texas apron and ready to shuck the oysters (I’m not sure if his chest is puffed because he’s proud to be an honorary Longhorn, or because shucking oysters is dirty, manly man work, either way, this photo has made me realize that my father-in-law looks like Ed Asner, and that’s kind of cool since Ed Asner plays Santa in Elf. How you like them apples?).
We passed out the presents and oohed and aahed as we opened them. Well I oohed and aahed, Brother-in-Law just seemed confused. We had given him a sweater from Gap and when he looked at the tag, he asked if we bought it in Gap
(meaning the city about 90 minutes away from Le Petit Village, not the store
), and when The Husband told him that no, we bought it in the store, Gap, I thought Brother-in-Law’s head was going to explode. That’s right ladies and gentlemen, my brother-in-law has no idea that there is a store called, Gap (with the exception of Corsica, he doesn’t get out much
). How in the name of all that is Zara are me and this guy related? ! ? !
La Petite loved the owl animal backpack that we gave her, but instead of putting it on her back, she decided to push it around in her stroller instead. But who cares, she’s adorable so she can do what she wants.
And doesn’t she look pretty in her little Christmas outfit? Papa’s Wife bought it for her months ago and patiently waited until Christmas to see her granddaughter in it. But she wasn’t counting on this happening…
We were all sat around the table, enjoying our smoked salmon, shrimp, and fois gras (after the oysters but before the lobster tail… nom nom nom)…
… when suddenly, La Petite kind of stood up, squatted at her seat, and made eye contact with The Husband (I found out this bit after, I was too busy eating. Actually, we were all too busy eating and the only reason The Husband saw what was going on was because La Petite had zeroed in on him). She stared at him and stared at him, all the while, contorting her face and making her cheeks flush. He wasn’t too sure what was happening, but then a couple of minutes later, Child Bride sensed (smelled) something, hopped up, grabbed La Petite and rushed upstairs. Yep, La Petite had pooh-poohed right there at the Christmas lunch table, in her pretty Christmas outfit. Luckily, she happens to look pretty darn cute in pyjamas as well.
And after the pooh-pooh incident, after the lobster tail and the cheese, and the café gourmand
with the macarons
and chocolate cups, it was time for the other dessert, Les Treize Desserts de Noël
to be exact.
But who has room for thirteen desserts after all that?