The Tale

It will be midnight in a few minutes.

I, my brother and my cousin don't complain about following my dad's orders:

<<Quickly! Hide under the table!>>

It's my grandmother's home table and by that time it had already been cleaned and set ready for the midnight toast, candies, glasses and champagne.

The table is covered with a very long tablecloth that allows us kids to perfectly hide.

Yes, because the Holy Child flies into the house through the window, puts all the presents underneath the Christmas Tree ad flies away  in no time. No one ever sees him!

I stay silent, underneath the table, no watching or whispering, I could only dare listen for any sign of His coming.

The minutes spent under the table are the most exciting. My fantasy flies lighten up by the desire of receiving the gifts written in my wish letter.

<<Will he please me?>>

When the clock strikes midnight my Grandmother voice calls loudly:

<<Kids! Come out! The Holy Child has come!>>

That moment signs the beginning of  a wide range of emotions, laughs, kisses, toats, happiness!

The family is once again united to celebrate  what for me, a child, is the most magic moment of the whole year.

Nowadays, my grandmother's Christmas Tree is still a very special one. So simple but also warm and sparkling and in which my fantasy can still freely fly and dream the most beautiful dreams.