in-law deployed around a sofa in a cozy apartment in Val Badia, all around a little girl of 2 ½ years and a mountain of parcels and pacchettoni. She takes everything in, opened the presents that Father Christmas in the South Tyrolean version did get delivered to the onlookers and their gifts.
green card, red card, note multicolored jackets, dolls, games, books .... a lot of things that end in hugs and kisses after some good Sacchettoni plastic ready to go home the next day.
It's nice to receive gifts at all, mind you, but at the end of this Christmas the "new millennium, "the mind returns to those Christmases of long ago where the spirit of Christmas came from, and lasted only one month. A month of that calendar with the boxes that you opened to find out what, a month with the scent of musk crib that preparations with so much attention, a month of waiting for a day that it was absolutely worth living fully. Why was a day of emotions.
At the end of this month finally arrived that day was made up of sounds, smells and smiles and 3-4 gifts made with passion by those who loved you. One day it was worth at the end and leave you something good inside.
Today, the recurring question is: "can you hear the most Christmas spirit?" And then look for roads the illuminations, which always bring the latest, try two balls in the Christmas shop and some aspects of the radio a song that goes ... but the atmosphere can not find it anymore.
Today my Tyrolean Christmas has become a couch full of stuff on the slopes .... thinking that tomorrow there will be many people in the boxes ... Yay.
And while these thoughts inside me sopisco little Christmas on the sofa has remained an envelope.
I put it I handed it to me 3 weeks before Vincent. Behind it is written the name of my daughter.
I open and I call my daughter. It 's a handwritten letter in English by students of fog that I have adopted her. A few lines, but very clear and sincere, with a written blue pen from a kid who lives in a world light years away from here and is very happy and grateful to be able to study in Nebbi and build a real future. The
read everything, but the call of the games in two years is too strong to be affected ... and goes.
E 'there, in that letter that I finally found a mere glimpse of the atmosphere of Christmas than once. The pleasure of something right that has a true value for someone who deserves it all.
Who would have thought that eventually the right atmosphere gave me a little boy in Uganda. This time the gift Nebbi has done to me!
Mat
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