Christmas at my house can be summed up in one word: kitsch . What then - let's face it - now at 28 what you want to celebrate Christmas yet? In short, it is a party like any other. But go explain to my parents that for Christmas you can also avoid to be happy there! Christmas is sacred because it brings with it three basic elements for my family is all together, get the bonus and then you can make gifts, and above all get so much food (as if the rest of the year we Regulation).
So, back home for the holidays (which officially started on December 8 with the decoration of the tree) I expected the usual riot of colors and streamers in the dining room, like a punch in the eye but with repetition and because violence, although this year - I must say - you are out of date. But at this point is a must small premise: in my house, the rooms you decorate for Christmas following a single rule, namely that anything red or gold or silver, which is located within a kilometer from our apartment serves as decoration, including old 'jobs' made by us to school for parties, gifts ugly and never used (since my mother a primary school teacher you can imagine the abundance of these items, donated by parents who want the best for their children).
So do not be surprised if the door entrance of my house there is a red puppet (?), if the mobile tv shows two obscene candles in the shape of Santa Claus and even if the chandelier in the living room has a multicolored festoon which turns it into a ball strobe , which enters in the room and you're dazzled by the light and you feel Tony Manero in the 70s. But so everything takes a back seat to the tree in front of my house. It should be noted that, even for the ' tree decoration, that is only one rule: all that is in the house and can be hung, should be hung! So the tree in the end not even see it looks like a pile of garbage covered with yellow streamers, full of mismatched balls (including a giant who admire my mother exclaiming, "I gave it my pupil" - and you thought), to put things at random, the first impression is that you are sitting a few feet away and hours have been cast onto inanimate objects: pieces of cake, dirty laundry, what happens. I only say that Iole has a collar with silver glitter. It takes patience.
decorating the house, then the part in my family rush for gifts that need to be a lot even though there is no money, then bundled into practice under the tree you can find everything: just that everyone has at least three gifts and no matter whether it's a toothpick, a hand-drawn and an empty plastic bottle.
But the real drama Christmas at my house is one, and is the reason why I would like to introduce me directly from my Christmas Eve: as I previously stated, my mother is an elementary school teacher so there is no way to escape the organization of Christmas states of its classes . Thus began my mother, towards the beginning of December, come home depressed with his face and exclaimed "I have to organize the performance. I had a very original idea, but my colleagues do not approve" (puppy face and got injured in the motorway). At that point all we fix everything except my mother and began to disperse, but there is hope. The next day, my mother shows The list of Christmas songs she wants to sing to children: our task is to perfect the choreography, propose ideas and rehearsing. This year, bad luck has it that he decided to sing to children 'For Christmas Is You' and then must prove that the basic mistake that only the attack, and notes, so I was all yesterday afternoon to help at least to understand the melody. Then it fell to the choreography of Hallelujah 'arms on the arms down', 'left and right', "I have to move their parents" (?). But because they have moved, then, is not known. "Why is Christmas," she says. It Okay.
short, Christmas at my house is dramatic. And my father made the announcement today conclusive - yet another blow to the 'Christmas DIY House Mia': came into the kitchen announcing "This year, change the Bingo! If you hit the number 90 know that is no longer 'in' fear '. You 'is segnann or' Napoli '. And woe to those who make mistakes. "
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