was thinking this morning to the apartment: it is then we are in December. December, that means it's not November. It also means that this month is over disgraced. That means that in six days in the Immaculate Conception, in 10 days I'm partial, in 23 days it will be Christmas, as every morning at breakfast we contemplate Montmartre snowy, it's time to prepare for Christmas ... Materially and spiritually.
Physically? Knitting needles and sewing machine heat, I smell a brain in turmoil ... the most crazy ideas fuse but it's funny!
Spiritually? It is time, it is time to force himself to the present. Home, for various reasons, Christmas will be unlike anything known, or at least nothing that I know so far. Then we force them to the facts, the simple fact. Mystery of the Incarnation in this child, so great mystery of a God so powerful that is so small ... Joy, joy finally to see Him our nature to love.
No, Christmas will never be like before, not the joy that we will never be the same, we will have to reinvent, to rediscover the true meaning of Christmas ... and if it is not easy, so the feeling of being abnormal is sometimes great, the soothing simplicity.
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