I bought hanging stars made of sticks and twigs, painted pewter and gun-
metal with red ribbons to hang on my tree. Silver antlers the size
of my thumb, small enough for a Gaulish god, and gold deer too,
antlered animals: stags, fawns (budding), elk. When I got back to the inn,
I heard those strange Parisian police sirens on the tv. My room thick
with pine pitch and fire and something burning: a sweet offering of meat.