I saw Santa smoking a cigarette on the Champs Elysses.
A van blasting Hanukkah music whilst adorned with a huge menorah just drove past my open window.
I must be in Paris.
And I am alone on this Christmas Eve.
And it's okay.
I'll be seeing people soon enough. Right now is me time.
My first Christmas Eve, all over again. Nice.
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