I come from a very big Italian family. My Holidays when I was a little girl were filled with
traditions, many of them. My Italian traditions mixed with my Venezuelan ones, -this
last one, the country I was born and raised- and then there you go, many different, colorful, amazing customs for a little girl. Holidays growing up were very
happy to me and very magical to say the least. As a mom I try to do the same with my son
now, I try to keep that magic very alive even though our Holidays are very simple and quiet compared to the ones I had
growing up in South America.
This year though we started a new tradition in our family. An elf came from the
North Pole. He is moving around our house checking a little boy’s behavior.
This little guy goes back to Santa’s workshop every night after Diego falls asleep (he needs to report the naughty and nice situation) and
right before he wakes up, the guy comes back. We gave this little one a name and we are already in deep love with him.
It is cold around here. Forget about two posts ago when I was still talking about fall. Fall? What? Coats, winter boots, warm hats, mittens, the weather channel, how much we miss summer, that's what we are talking about.
Keep warm. Be healthy. Be safe. Peace.
It is cold around here. Forget about two posts ago when I was still talking about fall. Fall? What? Coats, winter boots, warm hats, mittens, the weather channel, how much we miss summer, that's what we are talking about.
Keep warm. Be healthy. Be safe. Peace.
