Visions of Christmas I found on Paris streets...
Santa was already in town! He'd tiptoed into the BHV.
This store that I love so (especially for its, swoon, hardware department) is throwing a Noël Circus.
Hm... A little off the wall, but what the Christmas hey.
Santa danced with Bear and Blue-Hat Monkey, before he skipped out the back door and hailed a taxi to Galeries Lafayette.
This department store had decided to make their Christmas theme, well, musicals like this one...
Not very Christmasy, the jolly Father of Christmas muttered and shook his head. I didn't tell him that I suspected the windows were paid advertising. Bah humbug!
Santa picked up a scarf for Rudolph, and a new pair of shades for himself at a kiosk on the street, and he stepped on over to Printemps.
Ho Ho Ho, but he wasn't leaving until he took a spin around La Place Vendome. If there's one thing Santa isn't, it's a dummy. He couldn't go back to the North Pole without a present for Mrs. Clause from Paris.
Something from the Ritz, Bulgari, Schiaparelli, or Cartier?
No, ma'am. He found what he needed at Guerlain! What fragrance do you think Mrs. Clause wears?
---Beth Arnold in Paris
