For the past three days, it has been snowing in Paris. Presumably, if you are reading my blog, you know me well enough to know that I detest the snow. I absolutely abhor the cold. I generally hibernate during the winter season. But for some strange reason, this year, there is a warm glow in my heart when I think about Christmas...
For the last few years, my Christmases have been less than joyful. The birth of my Saviour is overrun with lights and commercialism, and it breaks my heart. For the past few years have also found myself in a season of loneliness. Add the cold on top of that, and you nearly always get one miserable girl.
So what makes this year different?
My friends -- the best friends anyone could have ever hoped for -- have decided that they want me to be with them for Christmas. And they have gone far beyond simply stating that desire. They have actually decided to go in together and get me home. That's right: that ridiculously overpriced holiday ticket from Paris to Toronto? That is my present this year.
And that is why I was overjoyed to see snow in Paris this week. And that is why I am watching How the Grinch Stole Christmas right now. And that is why I have had an unshakable smile for the last week!