While reading your blog, it reminds me of my Christmas seasons while growing up.
The thought of it alone brings joy and entertainment. Is it the joy of getting new clothes for Christmas or the fact that each family got a live chicken to be killed and cooked for Christmas? The scent of fried chicken everywhere on Christmas Eve; you'll obviously not wait to devour it the next day.
The fun part is the fireworks; I really loved those days and wish I could revisit them.
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ufff you are right the most the fireworks, I remember that before we waxed them we ooniakos to our nascitas the gatis and oerris in my house, so that they would not suffer so much.
Thanks for sharing your memories.