Sun 16 Dec 2007
I just can’t get into Christmas anymore. I have no Christmas spirit and, to top it all, I don’t have that gene needed for arts and crafts and decorating. Last year I put out some candles and I bought a poinsettia and that was it. I stopped decorating for Christmas when I got divorced from my first husband years ago. It broke my heart to decorate a tree and I think all of the decorations were left with him to boot. Just hearing a Christmas carol sent me into depression so I decided to not do anything. My daughter still lived at home the first year and finally I decided I had to do something for her and put up a half hearted tree for her. I even went to Las Vegas one Christmas -surely the least Christmasy place one can visit, at least in my mind.
Of course, time passes, hearts heal, spirits lighten and, to my surprise, I found Maurice. This year Maurice wanted a Christmas tree, a real one, so I decided I should shelve my inner Scrooge for him. They cost alot here in Paris but we managed to find a nice one at a food market for only 15 Euros. I bought inexpensive decorations at Monoprix and put them on the tree and, voila, Christmas.
Then I looked out my bedroom window and there across the street is someone, not even an American, who really got into the Christmas spirit. She decorated the outside of her windows that she can’t even see from the inside, except from the back and I imagine that few people can even see them from below. I’m impressed.