Flipping through magazines filled with images of spruce-covered centerpieces and festive trinkets I got the idea to bring a bit of glee to my own holiday table with a regal twist on Kir, a personal favorite I normally associate with summer sipping.

The sun was shining yesterday and suddenly I had a hankering for Kir—that summertime apéritif I drank back in art school when I mistook myself for a femme du monde.