Xmas Cookies
Every year I wait for Xmas time to come, yes, I do feel like a child in a way, maybe because I have nice memories from my childhood. My family was quite small, it was just my mum, my dad and I, but my mum’s sister and her husband were always with us. They had no children and they considered me their daughter. My mum used to decorate the house, my dad made the nativity and Xmas tree. The table for Xmas Eve dinner looked gorgeous and very elegant, like a table of a five- star hotel, since my mum looked after all the details. But it was never pompous. There was a kind of ritual I still cherish, before dinner we all gathered around the Nativity, which wasn’t in the same room as the Xmas tree and we sang a few songs waiting for Father Xmas, I called it Father Xmas and not Santa Claus, to arrive. Suddenly the bell rang and my father went to open the door. It was just a matter of minutes, but they seemed hours to me.. At last he shouted - it’s Father Xmas, he’s brought a lot of gifts, do come and see! So I rushed to the sitting room and ... there it was, the Xmas tree all surrounded by big and small packets! I stood open-mouthed in astonishment... I can still remember how excited I felt...
At that time I didn’t realize the time my parents took to make all the preparations. It was simply natural...
So when Xmas is approaching, it’s something I cannot help, I get into the same state of mind. I do my best to continue this tradition of joyful and almost timeless atmosphere.. It’s like a tribute to my parents and my aunt Lucia who've dedicated their lives to me.
song: Any time at all
All I had to do was call and my father and aunt were there


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