Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu

Day 228 – Merry Christmas


The big day is finally here. All the preparations have been made, a drop of white wine was sipped, photos have been taken and now we have crawled in bed, hoping for Santa to show up.

_MG_9202-Edit-3Christmas is a special day for me. I don’t know if it’s the atmosphere, the smells, the food, or just some weird connection I have with this holiday, but I embrace it fully. When I was little I remember my mom used to put me in a cab on Christmas Eve and I had to carry to my grandfather’s house a lot of goodies she specially made for him to enjoy the next day. Years later I would smile, thinking that I was just like Little Red Riding Hood, crossing the city to bring a little joy to my grandfather. We used to talk for hours in a row before heading back home and he would always say that Santa will surely also stop by his house to drop off some presents for me. Then he would slip me the equivalent of five euros now, into my pocket, because, he said “You always have to have money in your pockets on Christmas day.” The next day I would wake up to find a tone of presents under the Christmas tree, have lunch just the two of us girls, laughing and giggling, talking for an hour on the phone with my grandfather that had to describe each present Santa left for me at his place, then dressing up to go around town, stopping by everyone’s house, eating their cookies and sharing their joy. We used to come back home late at night, exhausted, sharing thoughts and moments we loved about the day while our eyelids threatened to close._MG_9199

Ever since D came into my life, Christmas has always been about us spending that day together. We continued almost the same rituals except the going around town and vising everyone part. When Ephia joined our clan, we started inventing new traditions of our own and among others our annual Christmas photo is my favorite. This year Ephia surprised us and she was more than happy to pose, clapping every time after the light of the flash hit her face. She even protested when D started to disassemble the improvised studio he built into our kitchen. It seems that we have ourselves a little model in the house.

All said and done I wish to you all a Merry Christmas wherever you are and with whomever you choose to spend it with. May your day be filled with laughter and playful thoughts! Merry Christmas!!!!

About the author

Ela Vasilescu

I’m a writer based in Florence, Italy.

Human nature inspires me, different cultures, traditions, folk stories and the differences which make us unique. Documenting stories is a privilege, a glimpse into humanity, an unforgettable experience, one which I embrace and honour every day.

If you have a story twitching in the back of your pocket, one that is ready to be told, shared and heard, chances are I will be ready to listen; so don’t hesitate to send me an email.

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By Ela Vasilescu
Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu