Este ano somos quatro. O Dima faz parte da família, é o seu primeiro Natal. Trocamos o bacalhau pelo polvo. As sobremesas de tradição. Que se lixem as dietas. O Natal é das conversas, dos afectos, das sensações. E amor no coração. Não há pai Natal «barrigudo», mas há pequena mãe Natal que gosta de encher a casa de alegria.
Sinto-me sempre feliz, não pelas prendas que recebo,( quem não gosta?), mas sinto-me feliz, por ter dado algo que de certo modo se identifica com pessoa a quem presenteio, até porque não gosto de oferecer só porque sim! (Por isso aos sortudos que receberam algo meu, não refilem.)
Este ano, nem me atrevi a escrever a carta ao pai Natal. Não me posso queixar, temos tudo que queremos no sapatinho. Mas haja sempre muita saúde, e boa disposição para que possamos passar bons momentos.
Aos meus, sempre lá, aos que se tornaram meus. Há pessoas de fora que são mais que família. E todos eles têm lugar na minha mesa.
Christmas is not only the children, it is all of us. It is the time of year that I like. It is not that always follow the same rituals, but it has to be passed always with my mother.
This year we are four. The Dima is part of the family, it is her first Christmas. We exchanged cod by octopus. The desserts tradition. Fuck diets. Christmas is the conversations, of affection, of sensations. And love in your heart. There is no Father Christmas "paunchy", but there is little mother Christmas who likes to fill the joy of home.
I always feel happy, not by the gifts I receive, (who does not?), But I am happy for having given something that somehow identifies with the person to whom I present, because I do not like to offer just because yes ! (So the lucky ones who received something of mine, not refilem.)
This year, I dared not to write the letter to Father Christmas. I can not complain, we have everything we want in the slipper. But there is always a lot of health and good mood so we can have a good time.
Mine, always there, those who have become mine. There are people outside who are more than family. And they all have a place at my table.
Christmas is not only the children, it is all of us. It is the time of year that I like. It is not that always follow the same rituals, but it has to be passed always with my mother.
This year we are four. The Dima is part of the family, it is her first Christmas. We exchanged cod by octopus. The desserts tradition. Fuck diets. Christmas is the conversations, of affection, of sensations. And love in your heart. There is no Father Christmas "paunchy", but there is little mother Christmas who likes to fill the joy of home.
I always feel happy, not by the gifts I receive, (who does not?), But I am happy for having given something that somehow identifies with the person to whom I present, because I do not like to offer just because yes ! (So the lucky ones who received something of mine, not refilem.)
This year, I dared not to write the letter to Father Christmas. I can not complain, we have everything we want in the slipper. But there is always a lot of health and good mood so we can have a good time.
Mine, always there, those who have become mine. There are people outside who are more than family. And they all have a place at my table.
Adoro o Natal , por todos esses motivos que mencionas te :)
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O Natal é isso mesmo, pelo menos para mim. Feliz Natal linda. Beijinho ❤
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