The weeks that lead up to Christmas are always a bit of a rush. But this year has been crazier than usual (this is my third festive season!). Daddy comes home from work late, mommy busy with the Gabster, friends visiting and, of course, all that shopping!
But the crazy rush of our career-obsessed, consumer society shouldn't get in the way of the really important things - even if it means taking just a few minutes to breathe deeply and remember what Christmas is all about. So I downloaded a few Dean Martin holiday tunes, poured myself some milk, and started decorating our little pine tree. Okay, I'm still only 83 centimeters tall so most decorations ended up kind in pretty close vicinity - but it's the Christmas spirit that counts.
The Paris pre-Christmas season culminated with Sam and Robby's salmon, champagne and egg nogg extravaganza. Everyone who counts in the Paris festive social calendar was there, especially my dear friend Tess. After that blow-out I was ready to close the shutters on Paris for a few days and head out to the country where my abuelita and tío were waiting for me with smiles, presents and an inordinate number of calories.
I may have turned two a couple of weeks ago, but I'm not too old to enjoy my culinary favorites. A real Franco-Cuban aliance of puerco, yucca, and frijoles negros, fois gras, smoked salmon, and aged mimolette and comté (24 and 30 months respectively) - yes, I actually eat (and love) all that stuff. I'm a sophisticated little Parisienne
Of course, Santa was generous with someone who had been so good all year - and so were many others! My cousins Ricky and Anna sent us some beautiful presents - just check out Gab's new hat! Then there was that moment that can hardly be described - the culmination of the entire Christmas season, the wrapping paper, the box, the tape... The Winnie the Pooh! I couln't believe it! The very one that I see on YouTube while sitting on abuelita's lap. He was there, with me. And he hasn't left since. This was Gabriel's first Christmas, and my third. I''m told this thing comes around every year but, can it get any better?
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