In Toulouse, they hang lovely lights all over town. These lights change between neighborhoods, and one can see a definite style as well as well-thought out design in all of them.
The Christmas lights really, well, light up the town during the season. In Europe the Winters can be soooo dark... and we aren't even that far North compared to many countries! So these lights are a blessing.
So today, as we walked Abigail's big sister to her chorale class, Abigail said, 'Why are the Christmas lights still up?'
Christmas is over. You can't mistake it. Our tree is gone. And Abigail has used all her presents at least once. Her favorites are emerging (a set of Hello Kitty stamps from a former babysitter is the most precious right now). She has few chocolates left from her stocking. So... indeed, why are the lights up? Time to move on, folks!
This would have just left me ruminating on the rapidity of the season if it wasn't only about 20 minutes later when she and I were on our own she queried another, 'Why did they leave that broccoli bush lying on the street?' This was in reference to someone's tossed Christmas tree which didn't resemble a Christmas tree much anymore, besides being quite small it had few needles... ah, Abigail.
It is another French (or perhaps just Toulousain?) tradition: tossing your Christmas trees onto the sidewalk after the holidays are done. That's what that broccoli bush was doing there.
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