We went to the Christmas village today, despite my usual stress about being in crowded places and how unsafe our good old Europe feels recently.
And we had a good time. But like a really good one. The girls got all excited and enjoyed every part of it.
It wasn’t commercial or anything, it was just all cute and believable El took it for completely real and she’s not easy to fool.
Going in the morning made it less crowded (by the end of the visit it was packed anyway). I love the idea of keeping the Christmas spirit in the house and our family life.
I know, not the religious part of it but the concept of family and fraternity Christmas speaks about.
The dream. The dream of having an old man bringing presents to all the kids in the world. What’s more beautiful? Gifts without actual reason. Equality in receiving them.
This year is going to be different for us. We’re not traveling anywhere. We’re staying at home, just the three of us. I was genuinely too tired to engage in some 10 hours train trip back and forth in around 48hours. And I think we need exclusive time together, I work a lot, the girls go to school. Two days just for us, eating fish on Christmas eve, unwrapping presents on Sunday morning,drawing, playing, having homemade hot chocolate…
So. Have the greatest time of all with your family. The rest is nothing.