I love Christmas. Back in Italy I would celebrate the holidays with mom and dad.
Mom will make homemade pizza and we will eat around the table all together.
I miss those days and Especially Mom.
Around the holidays I think a lot about the old days.
When you are a child you think that every single christmas of your life is going to be just like that.
I will pictures in my mind the same routing we had .With my mom making homemade pizza and
wating for Dad to come back from work. Some holidays Dad will needed to go to work since there will be no one to cover him up for that day.
He will come back around 10: 00 o clock with a plastic bag with some goodies on it.
Salame , olive, cream cheese named Philadelphia and my favorite treat Nutella chocolate spread.
I still remember the funny look of my father' face while looking at me and my small brother going toward him excited to see what kind of goodies he had brought home.
Today I talk to my dad on skype, Our Holidays are hours apart from each other and the lady next to him is not my mother.
Sure I was naive.As a child I did not know back then that life would take different turn
But one thing I know now. I get to replay the holidays i my mind all over again what a good comfort.
Our tree is down.
Me and hubby put our first real tree down January 1
In Italy people will put the tree down only after January 6th in this day Italians will celebrate ( Lepifania) and
this last one close the holidays season.
New Year is here.
My hubby and I spent thanksgiving with our friend Anna and Christmas day with Brandy
