Christmas Eve
On Christmas Eve, we went to my uncle’s house. There was my
Tonton (uncle) Serge, Tonton Alain, and lots of other family people. When the first
course was served, there were oysters—alive!—and the main thing about eating
oysters is that you swallow the whole thing, except the shell. I didn’t do
that. Papa cut it into very little
pieces so I could eat it. Obviously the oyster was dead now, and there was an
adult there named Mikail who didn’t like oysters, and Papa served him a little
piece to eat. What do you know? He leaned back because he was afraid to eat the
oysters. So, Mama said that I was brave to eat it.
Mikail taught me how to juggle plastic tree ornaments, but I'm still not like one of those professionals who can juggle three balls. We stayed up until 4 o'clock in the morning!
We also ate lobster, duck, potato gratin dauphinois, a chocolate buchette (fancy “yule log roll”), and I
had a raspberry macaroon. There was also lots and lots of wine, red, white and
bubbly.
After a while, almost everyone was saying they heard a
sound. One of the aunties asked me to look out the window to see if someone was
there. A second later, we heard the doorbell. We opened the door inside the
hall, and standing there was Pére Noel, or Santa
Claus, who had four presents for me! Here’s a picture of one of them:
This is a Bobble Head Darth Vader.
On Christmas Day, I started getting really lucky because by
then I’d gotten about a dozen things for Christmas. I’m spoiled. This was in my stocking:
A flashlight/keychain/Lego Darth Vader.
I also made a Monopoly game of Star Wars. I’ll show it to
you:
My favorite part of France is when I see my French uncles.
On Christmas Day, we took a walk in a really good park called Belleville Park. There was the longest slide I’d ever seen, and I slid on my belly. If you saw me, you’d have thought I was going 50 miles per hour!
French Words of the Day: Tonton and Tata (sweet names for Uncle and Aunt) like Tonton Serge and Tata Sylvie!
Fun Fact of the Day:
Instead of dollars, French people use Euros. They are coins. They still have paper money, for 50, 20, 10, and 5 Euros.
On Christmas Day, we took a walk in a really good park called Belleville Park. There was the longest slide I’d ever seen, and I slid on my belly. If you saw me, you’d have thought I was going 50 miles per hour!
French Words of the Day: Tonton and Tata (sweet names for Uncle and Aunt) like Tonton Serge and Tata Sylvie!
Fun Fact of the Day:
Instead of dollars, French people use Euros. They are coins. They still have paper money, for 50, 20, 10, and 5 Euros.
Merry Day-After Christmas! Only two more days of blogging.
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