When I was little, "Epiphany" was called "Epiphany" and it was she who brings presents, not Santa Claus. We "children from infancy denied" knew full well that Mom and Dad had to fill the stockings hung on the iron stove.
chocolates in there, those small, simple, a box set, which now does not want anyone, but especially sweets with honey, rum, whiskey, hazelnut, coffee, or the "Ross" transparent with red paper and then we used to see the world in another color, we were an apple, some Mandarin, a piece of charcoal (the real one, not the sugar that is used now), sometimes a few pieces of wood.
And then there was the gift!
The town was a gift to all the children of employees. We went in the evening, and after an interminable wait finally called your name and you were to rise on the stage and deliver a package, wrapped, into which you would find a toy that looked like a treasure.
a simple and valuable as playing cards and eating chestnuts together.
's so that I grew up in a way that now seems to be called prehistory.
