![]() The hot ash from the logs burning overnight in the fireplace reignited while Christmasy jazz, New Orleans style, played on the stereo. ![]() Three little faces peeped through the stair’s carved spindles, each delighted to see the magic moment that they had dreamt about, created for them. The children were so raring to go that before sunrise, they were like little mice scurrying down the well-polished winding staircase, careful not to slip in their wooly socks that kept their tiny feet warm from the early morning cold. ![]() We would awake to a fine powdery layer of white dust, like sugar, the new fallen snow covering the lawn and branches of bare trees. Finally, as the evening wore on, we felt their excitement adjourn as sleepiness overtook them while they lay all snug in each other’s beds with visions of new toys and sugary treats dancing in their heads.ĭuring the night, I always hoped it would snow, and sometimes it did. We hoped they would settle down for a long winter’s nap, but no, there would be several attempts to descend the old creaking 19th-century staircase, checking to make sure we had put out Petit Ecolier cookies and “real” chocolate milk, thick and syrupy. Nicholas.” We tucked them in and closed the shutters. We nibbled on chocolates, savoring the sweetness of life, our children, and their eyes-how they twinkled while reading “A Visit from St. Together, we sat nestled before a roaring fire with logs from the nearby forest and toasted good fortune with a bottle of French Chablis. Such a simple, beautiful time! They were so easy to please, asking only for Barbies, roller skates and plastic kitchen sets. Nicholas, minus the sleigh, for we had driven to the store, reviewing all lists and letters to Père Noël written with our assistance by the girls. Our French country manor was a mere memory.īut Mon Cheri, do you remember the night before Christmas when our precious girls were so little? We would pull out all the packages and bundles of toys. The first Christmas you were no longer with us, our girls were all grown, the first grandbaby was born, and we celebrated the holiday among loved ones in Laguna Beach with the big extended family, including cousins and grandparents who were still alive and able. ![]()
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