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Christmas Reflections

As every year, this year has arrived on time for Christmas.
When I was growing up in the days and most of all the nights before Christmas I felt something in the air magico.La my family, like all families in the small community where I grew up, he had no money to spend on gifts and so these were mostly symbolic, but my heart was happy with a simple happiness.
In the weeks before Christmas Special care was put into cleaning the house, pots and pans, copper and aluminum hanging the kitchen walls were pulled down and pulled vigorously polished with ash and elbow grease, it was hard work and challenging us and which includes children under the supervision of my mother ... risultato.Sedute very demanding on the floor, each with the pot or pan that had been assigned, that too became a moment of joy and sharing, laughter and scherzi.Ma particularly remember the nights very cold but clear, the sky is completely covered by a blanket of brilliant stars and embroidery I do not know if it is only in memory, there was always the silver light of the moon that made the landscape around, magical, I felt that on those nights, everything was possible, even the most fantastiche.Mia MOTHER preparing pancakes (sas cattas pesadas), whose cooking was strictly start at midnight, I insist on her watch by the fire of juniper wood-powered illuminated the kitchen, her scent mingled with that of pancakes and I tickled the nostrils making me sleep that emerge from time to time I won, I opened the door and here's the incredible magic of the night ....
In the days of the festival was the exchange of visits for the cards, a cafe for women, for men a glass of wine .. the new one.
What changed everything! Of those simple values \u200b\u200bthere is nothing left, even if they vergognano.Da some time now, Christmas is a race to the gift, the preparation of lunches and dinners dispendiose.Risultato sophisticated and, at the end of the race, heavy stomach, wallet lighter "to buy gifts almost always unnecessary and (often) not even welcome in the heart .... And the melancholy to the inability to find that old magic .