What did I say last week about the Christmas tree?
I called it!

Yesterday, while everyone was out of the house, Liz pulled down the lights & ornaments so that, this morning, there is a tall, dark, conical shadow staring me down in silhouette. This shall be my task following coffee and this post… putting the tree back in its box.

But there’s a light that doesn’t get taken down seasonally or ever go out, and even largely secular France is celebrating it today… whether they know it or not…