Can’t tell you I love Christmas ,I am sorry but I have to be sincere with you & most of all with myself .Don’t like it since my parents got divorced & so Christmas became another occasion for sorrow, reminding me how happier were the other united families during this period of the year , except mine …
Now that I am no more a young girl , left my family house since more than twenty years & mother of a child of 17 I still have a strange feeling about this day : don’t like the lights,the never ending lunches & dinners, the pre-Christmas rush for presents….I just love staying at home with my closest ones trying to be not happy ( after the years I learned not to look for it any more ) bust just be relaxed , avoiding the run to pretend to be merry & good that day only !
We are what we are , inspite of Christmas or Easter & I hope you are not feeling sad as I felt many years ago thinking I was the only one in this gloomy mood.
Now , after having talked about this with other people I can say to you I am not alone & I don’t feel miserable anymore but just more human & honest .
I love the poem here below , by an Italian poet – Giuseppe Ungaretti – titled : Natale .
Written in 1916 when he came back home from his personal experience during the first World War & he didn’t want to forget what he saw & felt when he was on the front line.
Enjoy the days after Christmas !☺️😉😉👍👏👏👏 Future is now😍🍸🎈