The best part of my memories are of Christmas.
We got to put up in my father workshop a nativity play with branches of the trees from our yard.
We would go to the supermarket in front of our house and ask for the bags they had for transporting flour( they are really big and provide the paper for the walls), with a bit of imagination and figurines, cotton wool , and a lot of ligths we created a bit of magic.
Yes, my greatest memories regarding my childhood are from Christmas.
Of chilly weater and hiding beneath the covers.
Of chocolate night snacks.
Of the midnight mass before Christmas day.
There is hope in some things.
Some memories are for safekeep...