Christmas trees lining a hallway at the Château Frontenac hotel.
A few weeks ago I would have said I could give old Ebenezer a run for his money in my lack of Christmas spirit, but Quebec City has won me over. I am actually singing Christmas carols! Voluntarily! Where other people can hear me!
I went to Mass at the basilica last night (a 9 pm Mass for those of us who cannot stay awake until midnight) and it was a lovely service with beautiful music and walking back to the hotel afterwards through the quiet streets I was filled with a completely unfamiliar sense of calm. And happiness.
I would definitely spend Christmas here again. It's magical.