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“To Chantal,” he said. “May she always remember—at the Domaine de l’Évidence, the only thing we dress is the tree.”
In moments, two dozen nudists of all ages, shapes, and sizes were arranged in a great, wriggling pile on a massive pile of faux-fur throws. It was like a living palet breton —a human blanket of skin against skin. Children giggled. Grandparents snored softly. Someone produced a flask of cognac.
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The room erupted in groans and laughter. Jean-Paul, still in his hat and boots, raised a glass of champagne.
With a sigh that fogged the air, Chantal untied her robe. She slipped into the pile, wedging between a retired gendarme and a cheerful baker from Bordeaux. Within minutes, she stopped shivering. Within ten, she was laughing at the baker’s joke about a frozen figgy pudding. By the time the lights flickered back on, Chantal was flat on her back, one leg draped over a yoga instructor, telling everyone about her first nude Christmas.
“Come, Chantal,” Monique called gently. “Body heat is the oldest warmth.”
There, Christmas arrived not with a flurry of scarves and mittens, but with bare feet slapping against heated terraces and the faint scent of pine mingling with sea salt on naked skin.
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