From one of my Dear Ones who likes to annoy me. I've already gotten several funny looks from French people as they catch a glimpse of these on my mantel, especially the official-looking George and Laura one.
I'm American enough to get a kick out of that.
I actually know four people who know George W. Bush personally. (The Six Degrees of Separation thing.) Two of them work for him and think he's wonderful. Two of them have known him most of his life or all his life and can't stand him.
I think he's a human being. I try to keep that in mind.
I am spending the Réveillon [the night where you stay up late: it is applied to Christmas Eve and New Year's Eve] overlooking the Eiffel Tower tonight. Too bad there won't be fireworks the way there usually are. I hope there is no trouble, but that's asking a lot. There always is.
In France you are not supposed to say Bonne année until it's actually New Year's Day. It's bad luck to say it early. This is one of the subtle things that are so hard to learn because no one will tell you not to say it. In English we don't have that problem, so I wish you a very
Happy New Year!