A Little Christmas Cheer, Parisian Style

What happens when Mrs. Claus jets off to Paris for Fashion Week, and hasn’t returned by December? Why a frantic Saint Nick goes in search of his lovely wife of course, and in doing so gives us a Santa’s eye view of Paris. Such is the wonder of The Night Before Christmas in Paris!
Written in rhyme by Betty Lou Phillips (yes, the same author of those amazing interior design books) and Roblyn Herndon, and charmingly illustrated by Sheryl Dickert, this little book is a perfect stocking stuffer for Paris lovers of any age. And when I say “perfect stocking stuffer” I mean that quite literally; the book is sized to slip beautifully into those stockings hung by the chimney with care.
And in the spirit of the season, I’d love to share a copy of this absolutely delightful book with one of you! 
Between now and midnight on December 9, please subscribe* to Une femme d’un certain âge if you haven’t already done so (see tool in right sidebar, “Les Amis…”) or follow with Bloglovin’ and leave a comment in this post. If you were Mrs. Claus, where would Santa find you in Paris? 
I’ll draw a name at random and post the winner’s name next Thursday, December 13. 
Bonne chance!


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Disclosure: copies of the book were provided gratis for review.
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34 Comments

  1. Oh La La … I would be seated at LA MAISON ANGELINA! after a lovely walk in the Tuileries Garden. I would be relaxing sipping an African Chocolat chaud and indulging in a Mont Blanc pastry…. Ahhhh Paris how I miss thee!! wishing you a fabulous week..xo C. (HHL)

  2. Given that it’s so very busy, and I’ve been stomping my feet off shopping, I’ll be nestled into a corner of the Ladurée on Rue Bonaparte, a few beautifully wrapped parcels cuddled up to my ankles, and a big pot of tea that I’ll stretch out for a good long session of people-watching, making notes in my little black Moleskine, and just sighing contentedly over my good fortune.

  3. So many choices, but since I have already “joined”, some other lucky person will enjoy the prize. I will continue to enjoy your posts.

  4. Ooooo. This book would be such a treat! Followed! (And I’m on bloglovin’ too – I always forget!)

    If I were in Paris? I’d be parked at one of my favorite art brut galleries or museums, or simply camp out for the day at Beaubourg…

    I was thinking of Beaubourg only this morning… so many memories of that glorious city.

  5. Oooh what a great little book.. Mr Claus would find me in the 3rd Arrondissement – probably in Hotel Jules et Jim sitting outside in their courtyard with open air fireplace sipping a vin chaud! Perfect…XXX

  6. As Mme Santa, I would be fresh food deprived at the North Pole and
    would be in heaven browsing the open air food markets, stopping for a cafe and to people watch by the hour. Then maybe mosey over to E. Dehillerin to drool over cookware.

  7. He’d find me shopping at the Bon Marché with mon amie Aimee from L’Oisive-Thé! I’d make sure we checked out the Grand Épicerie–not only for the goodies, but there used to be a really cute butcher who was good at making a lady feel très jolie! Oh, how I miss Paris…

  8. Along with Materfamilies, I would be at Lauderee with a few beautifully wrapped parcels nestled at my feet. I’ll bet Mrs. Claus would be fun to shop with!
    Karen

  9. Popping into Monoprix before stopping back to my exchanged apartment. Just picking up the essentials with a French twist. Interesting flavors of toothpaste! French lotion! It’s not glamorous, but I do the American equivalent each weekend so I assume I’d also do it on weekends in Paris.