There is a monster in my living room. It is our Christmas tree.
Remi picked it out this year.
This makes the seventh Christmas that we have bought our tree from the Mountain Man of the Ardeche. Yes, we have our faults but we are ridiculously loyal. It seems the very least we can do for his efforts of filling up his rusted white van full of sapins de Noêl in the middle of the night and making the five hour drive so as to arrive in time for our Wednesday market. He never disappoints, neither the man nor his trees. His face is as craggy as the mountain that he comes from and is nearly covered with hair, his teeth have been worn down to daggers. But he was so pleased to see us again! He clapped his hands together and smiled. It always feels so good to be remembered, doesn’t it?
And his trees! Well, this year Remi had suggested, wisely, that we get a smaller tree as we have less space in this new apartment so we headed over to the “small” section, a bargain at only 30€ a pop. I ran to get cash while Remi selected carefully. After promises of “à l’année prochaine” and a wave, we carried it home between us. With Ben trotting at our side, I felt very much the little family out of a JCrew ad, something I highly doubt I will ever feel again.
Imagine my surprise when we brought the tree into the apartment and it fit under the ceiling with barely an inch to spare. Wasn’t this supposed to be a smaller tree? And then we opened it up and it is as skinny as a Czech supermodel. “I like it,” Remi said, clearly proud of his choice, “it is different, very Zen.” Different it most certainly is but that is also why I call it a monster. It is, poor thing, quite simply the Charlie Brown Christmas Tree…on steroids.
*For the following little epilogue, for those you that are wanting to stay in the fairy dust land of the holiday season, please feel free to skip it. I won’t blame you in the least. Ditto if you are simply too busy!*
And while vaguely on the subject of cultural differences, I had a conversation this morning while I was out on my morning walk with Ben that was odd on so many levels that it is worth repeating. I was in a great mood, the sky was blazing blue and I had my camera out, ready to take some photos. A man stopped to compliment me on Ben but I quickly realized that he had confused him with a dog that is similar in appearance but actually belongs to the Roma or Gypsy camp outside of town. This dog is very sweet and makes the rounds to the shops for attention and scraps. I said that it is surprising that he is so docile and well-trained. The man puffed up his chest and said, “Not all Gypsies are dirty you know. Where are you from?” When I replied that I was American (curious to see where this was going) he responded, “Well, that is the difference between your society and mine. Here in France we do not make such gross assumptions about people as you Americans do, where black is black and white is white.” Now, I knew that I should have stopped this exchange right away by explaining that I am not in the habit of confusing people with their dogs but I couldn’t help myself. “Excuse me, but how can you say such a thing when France remains an incredibly racist country? We are in a region where nearly 30% of the population votes for the FN (the Front National Party) which wants to sweep all of the immigrants out of the country…” I paused, stupefied and also because I realized that I was raising my voice. “This is not about racism!” he yelled, now also angry. “You see? A good conversation turned ugly,” I said with a shrug as I turned my back and continued down the street. For the record, I don’t have a problem with the Gypsies but their dogs are often aggressive as they are trained to guard the camps. Sheesh. Why is it, after so many years of living in France that it still makes me so very angry when someone makes a gross generalization about the United States? Every single time I hear “you Americans” my skin crawls. My country is so huge and holds such a wide range of religions and cultures, styles and modus operandi. Please don’t put us in a box, that is unless you are willing to wrap it up with a big bow to put it under my Monster Tree.
Dear Heather,
I'm still thinking about your tree with much envy. Here's the thing, we still haven't gotten our tree. We usually do it last minute, but this year I have a special concern: our 14-month old puppy is a real chewer.
I don't know how old Ben is, but I don't even remember if it was ever an issue with our beloved yellow lab who died last year at the ripe old age of 15.
Any thoughts/suggestions?
well said !
you have such a elegant christmas tree, so pure and simple beautiful, lovely
Marie
Next time a Frenchman starts with "you Americans" you should remind him that thanks to "you Americans" he is speaking French and not German…
Karin, your English is excellent! Truly, no need to ever apologize for it. And secondly and very importantly, I am so glad to hear that Oskar is getting better, even if it is taking time. I am sure that you have made him a very comfortable and stylish cage. Yes, it is so worriesome but in a few months, it will behind you all.
I really appreciated your thoughts on my odd conversation and thought it especially worth remembering that such behaviour does indeed flair up in times of economic crisis. And yes, I am very grateful for the French social system!
I am sorry to hear that you won't have your tree this year. I have never dared to have candles! It must be so beautiful. I hope that you will find your own, unique way to celebrate this year and then you will have next year to look forward to as well!
Also, no need to worry ever about not commenting.
Wishing you and yours and Oskar a very Merry Christmas!
Bisous,
Heather
Dear Heather,
I'm terrible sorry – but I love your tree! Although he might be a bit "maigre" he has its own personality and character! And coming directly from the forest, over night, by your Christmas-tree-man – what could be more authentic!
Your Remi made the right choice!
And the way you placed and decorated the tree – simply lovely with a natural feel to it. It looks wonderful!
I always love toll Christmas trees and used to by our ones in Germany, schlepping it down to France 🙂 🙂 There were just no trees available here in our region, only during the last few years they import some, but rather small ones and not the real good quality I find in my 'homeland'.
Anyway – because of Oskar's "case" we'll don't have a tree this year which I'll miss. Especially the real bees wax kindles the tree is decorated with which light up the whole room. Just old traditional and magic!
The work you did on your appartement is brilliant. What a change! And sorry for not commenting for a while, but you know…….
Thank you very much for your lovely comment and your best wishes for Oskar. Told him and he's sending a big purr to you and your dog as well. Although he's extremely unhappy to live in a cage which I had to have made special for him, he's recovering slowly but surely.
Now, best wishes for you and Remi for a stress-less pre-Christmas week, will be in touch again.
Amicalement and warm greetings from the Périgord,
karin
Oh, by the way – regarding your conversation:
Knowing – more/less – the French mentality over 25 years, in general French people don't like to be "told" or criticised by foreigners, no matter about what so ever….and no matter how long ones live here. Well, understandable in a way.
So, don't take it serious. And, knowing some gipsys who are living (camping) in our region for ages, they are not too bad at all. And also, in general, the French are no bigger racists than in other countries of Europe or the world. It is just that when times are getting tough that people became 'funny', especially of all the new immigrants. It's normal human nature. France has still a very good and large social system were we all have to pay into.
P.S. Sorry about my English!
Yes, I completely agree with you Mouse. I certainly have seen that in our travels–good and bad eggs no matter what the country, religion, etc.
And I love that we have such different trees! To each his own. 🙂 This skinny tree is starting to grow on me.
my tree is like me, 5 foot tall and 5 foot round
it is like a jolly green dwarf
not that I am green
yours does look elegant
more the Snow White
and no, people should not generalize about folk from other countries/cultures
there are good and bad everywhere one goes
Oh Virginia, what would I do without you? And your amazing point of view. I am reading this just before heading off to sleep but isn't it so true? When Remi came home after a long day of photos he said much the same thing. In our travels, I learned to try and not judge people anywhere. That dude in Ethiopia who cut open his cow to drink its blood? Well, he acually had a good reason to do it, even if it nearly made me faint to watch it. I will think about what you wrote, will literally sleep on it. Bisous–glad you are home!
Well I should have been shocked and horrified at your epilogue, but instead I was guffawing all the way through it Heather.
I think, in this world, there are those who travel, who love to experience new things, new friendships, new cultures & new discoveries, and then there are those who always live in the same house, or the same town, taking the same holiday each year, carefully selecting friends who share the same outlook. They are the black and whites, as I call them. There is no challenging grey, let alone colour, in their weighing up of judgments. While the first group (to which you and I belong, of course!) I call the coloured ones. One just seems to be born with either outlook.
And it always seems to be the black and whites who box other people according to their race. As you say, the US is SO large a population, even if one hadn't travelled there, it isn't logical that everybody could possibly be of the same ilk. Too silly. And the same applies to every country in the world, and every race, I think. So his loss…
And the tree…oh I am SO jealous because that is exactly the shape I was looking for this year, but have ended up with the silly thickly branched variety which is more procurable. Funny how fashions change – I think you are just ahead of the curve. And the amount of decorations are just perfect – not too many, not too mean. Must be showing your (and Remi's) coloured sides, haha! Virginia xx