Christmas in France, or I should say in Provence is celebrated with simple customs and traditions. From the very first Christmas I arrived in France to this present day, I have…

                      Standing still for a moment…feeling the hands of time rushing over me. Aware of the moment when the clock struck midnight and the moon like a halo above, gracefully lead me to…

                      How I wish I could sit by your side, Hold you hand, Smile into your eyes, and to Have your breath moisten my fearful heart. How I wish I could Climb upon…

                               When I arrived in France many moons ago, Christmas trees were not part of Christmas. The Christmas consumer market had not yet taken off. The French florists usually had…

                          She was ready with her, pink satin bow, powder-puff hand muff, and her very own kissing contraption to entice the boys. She even had a friend who stood by her side…

                       I wish I had the pleasure of having the secret I once had. Before Christmas I would sneak downstairs and gather my gifts from under the tree. I would carefully unwrap each…