Putting the Joy in the Joyeux here, People.

Our Christmas:

Woke up at 9:30. Had some good, strong coffee. Headed out with FoH, Brother, and Le BF — and the stroller.

Hit up Saint Sulpice and sat in on part of the mass. Still feeling utterly and ridiculously holy. Proceeded on to the Luxembourg Gardens.

FoH had quite the play session there with Brother and Le BF at the playground. It was like a U.S. playground on steroids.

Wait. Scratch that. It put every single one of our playgrounds to shame.

From there, we stopped by The Pantheon, and did a good walk around Saint Germain des Pres — hitting up Eglise Saint Germain and having lunch at Les Deux Magots.

Came home, napped. Had dinner back on the Left Bank in Saint Germain — Cafe Des Arts. Hit up Notre Dame after.

Not one single gift was exchanged. Our gift was each other and this time and these experiences.

Best. Christmas. Ever.