" Oh, Miss! MISS! "
(F. Sgagliozzo, a fire that went to the head)
See the spot of a bat you dance on TV is suspicious. When whole sectors dell'Auchan cut to make way for Barbie furniture, you have the suspect. The ninja Santas climb on the balcony I'll say clearly: it's Christmas time!
This, of course, makes us immediately think of the preparations for the holidays!
The first thing that is spared is the tree: true, plastic, fake snow with the above, it does not matter, what matters is that "see." And down to move furniture, make plans, calculate perspective, to find the point of maximum visibility for the tree: 99% of the time was to meters and meters away from the electrical outlet, which requires acrobrazie (peggiori di quelle per collegare il caricabatterie del cell senza alzarsi dal letto) per collegare le luci. Mandato a casa il circo Orfei, eccola lì! La prima lampadina fulminata della stagione, gentilmente accompagnata dalle gasteme di mamma. Una volta convintala del fatto che “no, non si vede, e non è tutto da rifare, no mettilo via il defibrillatore!”, si passa alle decorazioni vere e proprie, e sovviene il dubbio eterno: di che colore lo facciamo? Ogni anno si vuole osare, andare oltre gli stereotipi, superare il modello dell’anno precedente, si arriva addirittura a consultare la Wintour per un consiglio di dubbio valore per poi optare, sconsolati, per il mestamente natalizio rosso-oro (ora non smontate all the trees because you feel embarrassed about!). At this point you call the architect of the first to find strategic points of the tree where to put the balls, so that there are too bare spaces and spaces too shot-peened. For a physical law, on time at least one escapes and becomes a smash on the floor, to which the mother does not know whether to burst out crying and organize a funeral or plan to you, and, no, do not give a damn if it's Ikea : if in doubt, hide behind the TV.
Well, once the tree placed the fateful day arrives quickly! And I'm not to speak of preparations for the Christmas lunch or dinner, because my lack of experience in stops me, but when we pass Syssitia real!
We set aside the quarrels between various aunts and uncles who took over for lasagna, and between you and your grandmother, who insists tumbler for about a fifth slice of meat (or else is offended!) And pass the highlight of the day: -when a child (because if you do it again, please, invite me) - it took away from his mouth to recite the Pandoro stacked on a chair (because otherwise the head of the table by his grandfather could not see, even if the table had four seats), the "poetry", which promptly provided:
- snow in abundance, even at Bread and Tomato (Christmas, everything is possible!)
- a sudden and unlikely change of personality, which transformed the world in the fan club of Maria Teresa of Calcutta (Embee is the magic of Christmas!)
- absolutely inevitable ... the bells! Could be bells, bells, bells, but there was always, and-apparently-sound continuously (most argue that it was all a scam of ENT, because his grandfather on time if they came out with "but not with IE ji i seng? ", and away from the doctor).
- and, of course, gifts! But stay tuned ..;)
. TO BE CONTINUED .
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