It is amazing how my perspective on the world has changed since the man who can suddenly do no wrong decided to whisk me off to Paris for Christmas and Boxing day.
I find myself doing a little jig to the Christmas songs playing in the shops, instead of grumpily moaning “I wish they would change the record”.
Today (December 3rd!) I sailed I good humouredly through the shopping for presents and even smiled instead of glowering, at the other lady who tried to grab the last Skylanders Giant in the toy shop, shrugging my shoulders in sympathy, instead of triumph as I put the Skylanders Giant, this years must have present, in my trolley! ( I still hung onto it though!LOL!)
Normally I hate Christmas shopping and put it off for as long as I can, usually rushing around at the last minutes because I refuse to recognise that it is Christmas till the week before, but today I took joy in the pleasure of anticipating the giving.
I am noticing how pretty the sparkling lights are, decorating the social housing estate I cycle past on my way home, instead of seeing them as tacky and premature, as most have been up since November, ever reminding me that Christmas is round the corner.
I might even get my own, minimal Christmas tree down from the loft this weekend and put it up!
Today I was delighted to receive my first Christmas card. and smiled as the Easons have beaten the Tooles this year in the race for the first card.
I have realised to my delight, that I do not need to get involved in the usual nightmare Christmas “big food shop” on 23rd December , when people fill their supermarket trolleys as if the end of the world is nigh, not to mention a famine so serious that if we did not stock up, we would all be emaciated by the 27thDecember, when normal service is resumed. Another relief off my shoulders.
I do not need to plan the food! yay!
I am even good humouredly writing Christmas cards, a task I usually hate.
Women of the world, this seems to be the answer to the annual build up of pressure to Christmastime that even this woman falls victim to.
Even though I thought I told myself ” I don’t do Christmas and it’s only a day” I must have on a subconscious level have been sucked in by all the advertising, tinsel and other razamataz that the Christmas season brings, because there is a noticeable absence of tension in me.
The man who can suddenly do no wrong, has provisionally booked a Christmas dinner at Brasserie Julien, a traditional Parisien Brasserie, with Velvet curtains at the door and Art Nouveau decor…. and was also looking at breakfast at a big five star hotel, but I have had this kind of breakfast and really feel it is too much to pay 50 euro just for breakfast.
He has booked a superior room at the Hotel du Pantheon, facing the Pantheon.
One of those quaint, cosy, friendly little Parisian hotels, that we know. I would have preferred a hotel near to Notre dame, but he is paying and knows the hotel so I went with his choice.
We will be near St-Etienne-du-Mont, where the car picked up Gil in Midnight in Paris, so hopefully we can have our own midnight mass at the church and the bells will ring on Christmas morning.
Is this what they mean by Christmas spirit?
Love from Bolton