I didn't understand, but at Christmas?
"What are you doing for Christmas Eve?"
"... and at the 25 lunch?"
"But should we go out in Santo Stefano?"
"But above all ... on New Year we do?"
I don't know about you, but I have already come great, indeed I would say great, anxiety.
Oh yes my dear readers, the more I realize that this November arrives at the end, the more I see lights, balls, garlands, mistletoe, gift card and discounted prices, in every single place.
Do not misunderstand me, they are not grinch, indeed I love Christmas even more than my birthday, but the anxiety that perpetually grows until the birth of Christ can become exhausting.
Feeling that is not new for all those who in the past were ready to celebrate with their family, among 14 courses, 20 contours, themed sweaters, gifts to be discarded and a huge quantity of food then thrown into the dustbin; Different for those who, still in adolescence, do not know this anxiety, but assume a new one: but at Christmas, this year will we be closed again?
Ladies and gentlemen, here still we are not sure of anything, except for the fact that the days at Christmas are few, but the confusion is a lot ... indeed too much.
With the advent of Covid, not only is the birth of Jesus, but also of a DPCM, a rule, of a law, also of a simple napkin signed by the chasm Draghi, who can report inside, what we must do or not do on the holidays of December.
While the cases date back and while the third doses soar almost like the journalist Mario Giordano on the scooter, I wonder if this year I will have to choose to see either my parents, or my sisters, or my friends again.
With great regret, but as much hope, I await the music that persecuted us in Lockdown and I hope that someone speaks to all of us, advising us what we must do, because this state of confusion, between people who manifest at the Circus Maximus, guests of Barbara's guests D'Urso, Mietta and the lack of privacy, is destroying us and even more, makes us feel less free.
Now, the day of the Immaculate Conception is around the corner and therefore I pretend to know if we will have the certainty and the possibility of meeting us and perhaps making some Christmas game, between the numbers of the bingo and the panettone by Iginio Massari at the modest sum of 50 EUR.
I need to know if I have to bring my grandchildren, in that adolescent age, to choose the dress for the party, the one you once in a while and that if dirty even at the end of the evening, it will lead to your mother's screams.
In short, I still don't know what this eve I will do, nor at Christmas, not to mention the New Year and the following days; Surely, I would like to take a walk, albeit with the mask and the meter away (which only looks like I still respect) and maybe eating with mine, finishing the evening with a glass of wine with some friends.
Perhaps, the biggest gift, excluding #novax sneezing, would like to be freedom to be carefree, just like it once was.
How about, we commit and do this gift?
