ABSTRACT
It is a little late now to discover Christmas and difficult to think of something new in the “Christmas fare line.” In fact, I cannot help feeling about it like the Duke in Magic did about everything: “Christmas, you know … Dickens … all that sort of thing….” The best policy in the present case is to stick to traditions both French and English. The French, of course, welcome Christmas in a festive way which is not wholly serious; some réveillons are indeed quite gay, but their frivolity is no doubt balanced by the dignified atmosphere of the Messe de minuit which precedes or at least ought to precede.
