Shockingly, we arrived at Mama’s to find a small Christmas tree set up in the living room. I say shockingly mainly because the most I have ever seen in the way of Christmas cheer in this house has been the 20 Genovese Panatones Mama churns out at the beginning of December. And like clockwork she stashes a 2 kilo box of the stuff into my suitcase just before I leave for the ship to see my husband.
I’m not a big fan of Panetone, especially the hard, candied Genovese version. If you let it sit long enough you could probably use it on the rinks for curling (for my Italian readers curling is a Canadian sport that involves sweeping a large rock across ice…yeah, I don’t get the fascination either!)
Anyways, back to the Christmas tree for a moment…I didn’t buy one for my new place for 2 reasons. 1. They are very expensive here, and 2. I have a kitten so do the math! I was delighted to see the tree at Mama’s but like everything Mama does, there has to be a slight twist. Above the tree she has hung a very scary Halloween witch. Now I know the traditional story of Befana bringing presents to the children blah, blah, blah but I have to admit I am a bit freaked out by seeing a nativity scene next to a scary witch! Whatever happened to good tidings of comfort and joy?
So, just in case you think I’m making this stuff up I’ve included a photo of the evidence. And for the record Coco has yet to destroy the tree but perhaps she is also scared of the Befana!