The Christmas decorations in Alsace were spectacular (see
earlier post) and the lights on the Riviera are not shabby either (more on that
a little later). But it’s
the personal efforts that are catching my eye as we’ve gone from town to
town. It might be that these
are popular back home this year and I just don’t know it, since we left in
November. But, at least here in
the south of France, one of the most popular motifs seems to be what I’m
calling ‘Santa on a rope.’
Père Noel (Father Christmas) used to look a bit more like Saint Nicholas in the
illustrations, but the only Saint Nicolas I’ve seen so far this season have
been made of chocolate. I
read that the French adopted ‘le look’ of Santa Claus when the post war
Marshall Plan brought the images of a Coca Cola Santa here and displaced the
older style. Evidently Coke
didn’t include the reindeer, as there haven’t been many sleighs and Rudolphs in
evidence.
So, at least this year here, Père Noel clings to flowering
balconies and blue shutters, or
restaurant menus posted outside the door.
Sometimes he seems to be hanging by a thread, sometimes a rope ladder. There are times when he seems to be levitating
Sometimes there are quite a few of him.
I was pondering the rope ladder versus traditional chimney
approach and realized that all these buildings are apartments. So I imagine the kids – “But how
will le Père Noel find us? The
chimney doesn’t lead to our apartment.” –“Don’t worry, mon petit. Le Père Noel will come through the
balcony. He knows which one is
ours.”
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