Christmas Is All About Friensshship

17 Dec

I have a wonderful English friend living in France.  She is kind and beautiful and sophisticated.  She used to ski her children to school in winter; I took extra shoes for mine because of the wild dog poo.  Last Christmas she walked with her family on Christmas Day, taking hot merguez, hot wine, and hot tomato soup.  I had to Google merguez though, in my defence, I had heard of tomato soup.  I didn’t know anyone drank hot wine unless they came from the middle  ages.  This year her Christmas will include foie gras, and she’s not even buying a hamper.  After Christmas she will be spending a week on a boat, 13km from Russia, watching the northern lights.  My Franglais Friend is the kind of woman who drinks wine with lunch without being a lush.  She is the epitome of European elegance.  I am the epitome stomach. 

I mention her because she has just sent me two bottles of my favourite South African pink fizz, JC Le Roux’s La Chanson.  I am not really a drinker – it can take me months to finish a bottle of wine, by which time I’m adding orange juice to it to disguise its flatness and probable offness – but a bottle of La Chanson is usually gone in a couple of days.  One bottle is already in the fridge for Christmas Eve: I always have a tipple as soon as we get back from visiting Dad at the cemetery, as a symbolic gesture of putting sadness behind me and gaiety on the menu.  The other bottle is on standby for New Year – if it lasts that long: I might be very sad this year and be forced to drown my sorrows.

My Christmas is not at all sophisticated.  My house is a temple of Christmas kitsch, but I really don’t care.  I don’t have loads of decorations all over but I do have the children’s home-made decs strung from tinsel on my banister and on my tree.  I have Christmas covers on my cushions and Christmas decals on my windows.  The boys’ huge stockings are already hung up for Santa.  I am an ornament-hater at heart (all that dusting) but my inner housewife bursts out come December 11th and I go quite mad, sprinkling plastic Father Christmas boots (I have three; I think my Santa is related to Jake the Peg) and stuffed reindeer hats all over the show.  Thankfully for my sanity, everything MUST come down on January 2nd because Christmas is over and New Year is over and the clutter is already driving me nuts by December 28th; but I always enjoy my temporary madness, especially when I have my favourite wine to keep me company.

So, dear Franglais Friend: thank you from the bottom of my soon-to-be-tipsy heart.  Hic.

10 Responses to “Christmas Is All About Friensshship”

  1. ailie December 17, 2009 at 17:31 #

    I need to see a picture of the Christmas cushion covers. Please. A woman who changes her cushion covers for Christmas is indeed a woman to be reckoned with.

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    • tillybud December 17, 2009 at 22:03 #

      I’ll take a pic tomorrow then wrestle with the camera to try and get it on my blog. Just pour vous.

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  2. Musings December 17, 2009 at 20:28 #

    How lovely that you’ve got one of those sophisticated friends. You are a lot more confident than me. I’d almost be intimidated but then again, you’ve said how nice she is and that makes all the difference.

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    • tillybud December 17, 2009 at 22:04 #

      All the difference in the world. She is so lovely and I am so self-absorbed that our differences don’t matter.

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  3. Gary Mackay December 17, 2009 at 21:08 #

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    • tillybud December 18, 2009 at 08:48 #

      Thank you for your interesting comment, and for stopping by.

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  4. ToryBoy December 18, 2009 at 08:24 #

    Save me some wine please!

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    • tillybud December 18, 2009 at 08:49 #

      No! Get your own friend or buy your own wine.

      Love you.

      Mum x

      PS Of course you can have a (very little) glass.

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  5. JC le Roux December 18, 2009 at 08:38 #

    We hope our JC le Roux Le Chanson makes your holidays that much more special!

    Happy Holidays,
    The JC le Roux Team

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    • tillybud December 18, 2009 at 08:50 #

      Thanks! It always does, when I can get my hands on it.

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