Dear Santa,

I’ve requested that The Frenchman return my absinthe spoons that he packed by mistake and I’ve been met with frosty silence. One of the spoons was from Antibe, France, when we went to the absinthe bar, Balade en Provence. While they have a lot of sentimental value, I’m also unable to properly prepare my absinthe.

And that really makes me sad.

So if you could please send me an absinthe spoon from my Amazon wish list. It’s the only thing I really want for Christmas. Well, that and an accident involving a swift kick to his left knee, but I’ll be good with a spoon. I’ll even leave out a glass of the good stuff for you. 🙂

Thank you, Mr. Red Guy!