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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required lookbacks It’s the time of year to look back - so let’s look back at 2025. I made some mistakes this year Like wearing a pristine white dress on the dirty, crowded, metro and another time, I tried glittery four-inch heels on Paris’ cobble-stone streets. That last was a tragic idea - think romanticized cigarettes. There were sad things A champagne flute full of Dom Pérignon Rosé, deserted on a studying student’s desk (it was test week) and I had to say goodbye to my favorite, threadbare, Miraculous-Ladybug pajamas. There were beautiful things too.. I saw a light, late-night snow, in early November Paris, several Louis XV gilt-crystal chandeliers dangling, like angels, in a ladies' restroom, and thousands of white Christmas fairy-lights, strung across the top floors of a fog-covered construction site - giving it the look of heaven. And little miracles Like Michelin-star meals served on a paper plates and Yves Delorme lace table-cloths draped over plastic folding tables. Those last two were here - at 6th street - this very weekend. My Grandmère and the archdiocese of Paris, have little holiday lunches for orphan groups every weekend in December. The group I saw were 70 little-ones from Sudan and Gaza. I doubt that I ever saw so much cuteness in one place - so I mingled. I sat at one table where a five-year-old was gawking at the lavishly decorated ballroom. “Who do you think lives here?” I asked her, before joining in and pretending to gawk-around. A nun, chaperoning the table, translated my question to Arabic. “Hanan,” the girl replied excitedly, before lapsing into wide-eyed silence. I looked to the nun who explained that Hanan, in many Arabic fables, was ‘the Sultan’s Daughter.’ I couldn’t stay long, and as I left I looked back at the happy little faces. “I want one”, I said, half to myself. An elder-nun, who I suppose was guarding the exit, said, somewhat indignantly, “We don’t sell them” - as if I’d been serious. (I’m not in a position to own a cat). “I don’t want to buy one - that would be morally bankrupt,” I answered with equal indignance. “I want to steal one,” I added, before leaving her there with her sour face. . . A Playlist for this: daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_25.mp3
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