Once upon a time the world of the Epiphany. A world without Santa Claus. Then I spent the holiday at home. We ate cod, Cappelletti in the broth, and top the sauce with the rolls that cook for hours and hours. There was no television. With the fantasy worlds I created in the fire of stove or in the eye magic of radio.
passed as Christmas and New Year's Day and the end of the festivities - as a counterbalance - the long awaited witch.
the stocking of coal was the sugar, chocolate coins and some candy, close a book or a toy - but not always.
Poor old, if they have gone away quietly with her small gifts. But it has taken away the spirit of the holidays.
Because "the epiphany of all parties if carried away" and the inevitable end was the sense, taste, fun.
She's gone somewhere, leaving us with no apparent means of escape in this sad party goes on repeating itself endlessly like a broken record.
La Befana comes by night with broken shoes,
with a broom and a skirt:
long live the Befana!
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