After the tree last week, this afternoon I made even a crib. For me they are always moments of great happiness, every year I try to ensure that no further efforts to play for the holidays, but a pleasure to be savored slowly, so that there were years in which I happened to get to them right on Christmas Eve, when I finally handed over all the work, bought all the presents and the Christmas shopping done. Even a year, I was busy with work and I did the last deliveries on Christmas morning ... the tree and so I did it at noon the same morning, before the arrival of my guests!
every ball, every decoration, every statue, says something, and I find myself walking wandering in time, remembering people, events, feeling at peace with myself. Beginning with a reindeer hang from the tree that seems made of sugar as a gift by Dina had when I was small, really were originally two, one for me and one for my sister, but the other has turned into a dog having broken both horns and even a paw, and so we eliminated it. Then there is a daddy home that I always put in the foreground near a small light in memory of a birthday party (December 29) of my friend Claudia V grade. When I take the box of pebbles and I see me Attilio our first Christmas together we are going to buy them, along with lights in a warehouse in Montorfano, was the evening and there was plenty of snow around ... It's been a lot 'of time, 19 years. Then there are the decorations that I have stitched cross stitch even those a long time ago, is so pretty, with the subject of Christmas, the little frame golden. A ball of glass inside with a nativity that my mom took me to the markets of Merano, every year she gives me any particular ball and luckily I saved them all.
And the crib? That, too, in his story is a part of the crib of my grandparents, which was great, my grandfather was on the veranda to Inverness and took up all the room, there was the mountains, the brook, in short, was great, but he was a artist, in everything. He was later divided between my father and my uncle, many statues have been lost or broken, was relegated to the attic for many years until I have recovered, it is quite small but perfect for the space next to the fireplace that every year free books to set up (they say so?). Of all the statues that practice called by name, this year has made its appearance a farmer with a plow by hand that I had never seen Who knows where it turned out. Boh. It 's a beautiful ornament, though.
certainly is not very different from all other cribs: it is simply my own and I love him.
The tree then came really really good: Mr. Ikea has grown really well, is fragrant, do not lose too many needles and then trust will survive all the parties and then beyond.
"I will honor Christmas in my heart and I will try to keep it with me all year."(Charles Dickens, stolen from Esselunga catalog)
