rereading, I think this post is a little sad ... It is not Christmas!
Yay! Now begins.
"We were so poor that at Christmas, my old man left his house, fired a pistol into the air, then back into the house and say sorry but Santa has committed suicide."
(J. La Motta)
Okay, I give up.
's Christmas all over again. It 's always the same day. In the months before
ignore that is to arrive in December.
I think: "It's all there in November"
Then: "It's all there in December"
Then: "There is still a week"
then became abusive.
did not come back to Alexandria for quite a while.
It's nice to Turin. Sballonzolato here and there. It 'beautiful.
If I think of Christmas, I think the tree.
I bet we will be back home the smell of plastic mixed iron powder quell'arbusto mixed cone-shaped, 2 feet high and no one is over ...
The tips of the branches have not smoothed. They leave an indelible mark. E 'come. The fat man with the robe came kitsch. Santa Claus can not be homosexual.
When I was little: the lights, balls, wrapping paper translucent, cats that chase under the tree and engage in a branch.
think "Shit, I must say the beast to stay away from those two long days of work, spent to build this giant that looks like one of those chandeliers of the houses of good people "for the cat're a
Secretly I hope that it holds in any one branch (as low as possible, to do more damage) and that, wanting to make you angry, to drag away the light rhythmic stuff and put an end to the hypocrisy of good feelings.
you laugh a lot. "Did I buy the best Norwegian salmon, what we do not take it myself because I feel that I should take out a mortgage if you took the habit .
The cat, the tree, do not pull it down. But the thrill is priceless.
And it's all red. napkins, clothing, cheeks (even!). The latter are so at home because your body is hot normally. He feels the warmth of Christmas. No, maybe it's just because you're wearing 8 mesh (red, because it's Christmas) and the heating is usually set on "How Oslo.
Behold, I decided. I have the solution. Ignore the
Christmas!
do not know. Point. I do not know it was born. Ignore those who tell you "happy birthday", even if you like. I ignore them.
E 'a shit day like the others!
Here, 25 would also have a nice day. If it was party ... Day and just ... Beer, wine and laughter! Yes! For whatever reason, no matter what. But not so.
But no, there's no one to leave. There is nothing to be done. And I will not watch television.
And people disappear. Where the fuck all end?
To take millions of relatives who came from all corners of the globe. What
cool!
I've always dreamed dinner or pranzone Christmas with dozens and dozens of people who will turn around.
Who knows what happens!
's strange, I can not even imagine the mechanics ... or the atmosphere ...
In my house the most that we get is 6. Of which one is me. Now we
3. Oh no, maybe 2. And the cat, he perseveres. Whew!
accept a Christmas album. To Annie Lennox, at most. It 'also good. What Tori Amos is better. Bocelli, no! Or shoot a dance
Marylin Manson on the balcony (you know that cool!).
But television, no!
because ... no! television, no!
would be nice, speak without tension. Relaxed and happy.
But Christmas at my house, there are no relatives. We quarrel, or devoutly we contemplate the TV.
the first year that a tone has tempered the glares and corercio ... coerce ... coercive ... in short, to be friendly.
And I will no longer destroy entire herds in the name of love!
As a friend of mine says "I do not celebrate: just odiarne the atmosphere in which, willingly or not, you will find yourself immersed!"
I've also thought me the home I do it myself in Turin. I go to workshops and stroke who has seen ..
But no, we are friends. For them to return home. After all, Christmas is theirs. Those who do not see for some time.
The 27 is nice. Except if you work. If you work, no.
But there are all new. And you see them and talk to us.
Damn, for once I want to be genuinely and honestly amused and happy Christmas.
This time I promise.
Come on, after all Christmas is .... is .... is better than listening to an album by Lady GaGa.
or listen to an album of Lady GaGa at Christmas.
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