Christmas Dictatorship

I am in full holiday mode.  We went to visit my family for Thanksgiving and had a little Christmas on the last day. 
Now, I want Christmas.  I want lights, I want hot chocolate and apple cider and eggnog, I want my mini apartment to smell like cinnamon and pine and I want so much holiday music that it makes people want to kill me.

Holidays are my excuse to gather everyone around in the dark of winter.  R and A are hindu and muslim, respectively.  They get Frantasyland excited about Christmas. (They want the pastries but not the dog droppings on the street). To be fair - there isn't really a dark or bad side of Christmas.  But NO we cannot listen to Wax Tailor while sitting around the Christmas Tree with hot chocolate. 

I'm going to make a rule in my house that if you come you must have the full experience. 
And yes, this is a dictatorship. 

Like when I almost locked a 4 year old in the hall because he wouldn't say hello and give me the bises.
These are the rules.  Whether you are 30 or 4. 

Explaining Mondays

Ok so this is the way shopping goes (in explanation of why and what shops are closed on Mondays)

The supermarket is open Mondays.
The bakery with the good multigrain bread is not.
The bakery up the street with the good 'tradition' baguette is.
The butcher and the primeur (produce: veg & fruits) are closed.
The bank is not open on Monday, but it is open part of the day on Saturday.
And the post office is open Saturday half day, not Sunday, but yes on Monday. (And the post office is also a bank).

Totally clear, right?

You could make tacos on Sunday except the only place to get real cheddar is at the supermarket. So instead you could make soup, but the bakery with the good baguettes is not open so you'll have to settle for multigrain.

But the flower shop is open every day.