I feel like France has kind of a love/hate relationship with Santa Claus. Of course, I remember my first time in 2004, I came just after Christmas, and feasted my eyes on this vision:
Of course, I had preparations for this for years in the US. My mother changes the decorations for her house once a month. (Seriously not joking here. She has a different theme per month.) Christmas though, used to start after Thanksgiving. Not like, ok we wait a day and change over. No, seriously, that afternoon when we got back from Thanksgiving dinner when Dad went to work, the entire house changed from turkeys to snowflakes and angels. My mother never had a shortage of creepily happy santas, snowmen, elves, and reindeer.
The worst was this snowman she had. It was life sized and she would st it on the stairs. So there would be sometimes when you would come around the corner and feel like you're being watched. Nope, just the creepy lifelike snowman sitting on the stairs, peering into your soul with his cold, dead eyes. Sometimes I wonder if my mother was decorating to be cheery, or if she was actually creating this world of things being so cute they were creepy. This coming from a woman who used to have a different festive sweatshirt for every holiday, would surprise me a little though.
Hopefully there's nothing that makes you feel like pyramid head is watching you every time you step outside with your significant other! Have a good first day of Christmas.