Blog Tour: Christmas Confessions & Cocktails by Vicki Lesage

American-turned-Parisian Vicki tells it like it is, from her crazy Christmases growing up in the Midwest to her even crazier holidays in her new home in France. Bizarre gifts, stomach-turning food, and holiday travel disasters are just some of the tales you'll chuckle at in this installment of the Paris Confessions series. 

This Christmas-themed memoir features 25 funny and heartwarming essays, all with a tenuous tie to Christmas, and pairs each with a delicious drink recipe. So grab your martini shaker and get ready for tasty cocktails and hearty laughs this holiday season! 


A humorous collection of holiday-inspired stories with Christmas drink recipes

If you're looking for a great read this holiday season, don't miss Christmas Confessions & Cocktails! The 25 stories in this holiday collection take you on an adventure full of Christmas spirit (and spirits, including Christmas cocktail recipes like Christmas Cookie Martini, Peppermintini, and Glitter & Gold). And it makes the perfect Christmas gift! 

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December 7 – Chick Lit Plus – Review

December 8 – A Southern Girls Bookshelf – Excerpt

December 8 - Chick Lit Goddess – Q&A & Excerpt

December 8 – Living Life With Joy – Q&A & Excerpt

December 9 – Readsalot – Excerpt

December 10 – Around the World in Books – Excerpt

December 11 – Caroline Fardig – Excerpt

December 11 – Granny Loves to Read – Review

December 15 – Whispering Stories – Review, Guest Post & Excerpt

December 16 – Love Chick Lit – Review

December 16 – My Pretty Little Book Reviews – Review & Excerpt

December 16 – One Book At a Time – Review, Guest Post & Excerpt

December 16 – Leigh Anderson Romance – Q&A, Guest Post & Excerpt

December 17 – Book Lover in Florida – Review & Excerpt

December 18 – Jersey Girl Book Reviews – Review, Guest Post & Excerpt

December 18 – A Page To Turn – Review

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      About Vicki

Bestselling author Vicki Lesage proves daily that raising two French kids isn't as easy as the hype lets on. In her three minutes of spare time per week, she writes, sips bubbly, and prepares for the impending zombie apocalypse. She lives in Paris with her French husband, rambunctious son, and charming daughter, all of whom mercifully don't laugh when she says "au revoir." She penned the Paris Confessions series in between diaper changes and wine refills. She writes about the ups and downs of life in the City of Light at VickiLesage.com.

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Excerpt from Christmas Confessions & Cocktails by Vicki Lesage

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“Christmas is a few days away!” I said, giddy with excitement. “What kind of cookies do you want to leave out for Santa?”

Mika stared back at me blankly.

“You know... how we leave out milk and cookies for Santa Claus on Christmas Eve?”

Still no clue.

“I know Leo is a bit young but it’s an excuse for us to eat cookies!”

“Sorry,” he said, snapping out of it. “I was confused. In France we leave out carrots and water. For the reindeer.”

No wonder the French are so skinny.

If that was the tradition in the U.S., not only would we have less of an obesity problem, but I might not have ever figured out Santa wasn’t real.

Each Christmas, Stephen and I would faithfully set out cookies and milk, selecting different treats each year so that Santa wouldn’t get bored.

“Should we give him Oreos or Pitter Patters?” I asked my four-year-old brother one holiday season.

He pondered the question with the seriousness it deserved. “We got Oreos last year. What about Chips Ahoy? They’re the yummiest!”

“Yeah! Mommy, can you please buy Chips Ahoy for Santa?” I asked.

“Sure, honey.”

Except she didn’t. ’Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a Chips Ahoy was in sight, nor Nestle Tollhouse.

“Mommy, what’s this?” I asked, eyeing the plate of Fig Newtons set out next to a glass of water.

“I thought Santa might want something different this year. He’ll like it, you’ll see.”

Nobody liked Fig Newtons except Mom. And water? Who preferred water with cookies when you had the choice of milk? Except for Mom.

Wait a minute...

At six years old, I wasn’t 100% positive about my assumption. Plus, I didn’t want to sabotage my chance of getting gifts if there really was a Santa Claus. I decided to play along, just to be safe.

The next morning, bountiful presents were packed under the Christmas tree. Whew, Santa had come after all.

But then I discovered a second clue. “Mommy, Santa Claus has the same handwriting as you,” I said, pointing to a gift tag.

“What a coincidence!”

“And he liked Fig Newtons and water, just like you.”

“Well isn’t that funny!”

“Yes, that is funny.” I was on to her but didn’t want to ruin Stephen’s fun.

But he was on to her, too. “Wait a minute, Mommy. Are YOU Santa Claus?”

She was caught red-handed.

If only we had set out carrots and water for the “reindeer,” we kids would have never been the wiser. Because if there’s one thing Mom likes more than Fig Newtons (and one thing even more boring than Fig Newtons), it’s carrot sticks.