I'm writing to you from the very heart of the pre - Christmas bustle - from a narrow street somewhere in Italy, where the air is filled with the aroma of ginger, cinnamon, and roasted chestnuts. All around is hubbub, laughter, the sounds of Christmas carols from every coffee shop. And I catch myself thinking: this holiday was made just for you! For those whose hearts are now filled with love and happy anticipation!

For you, who are in love and are captivated by the casual touch of hands while choosing a gift at a fair. Whose gaze finds a single person in the crowd. For you, who are loved and feel this warmth every day. And for you, who simply love life, this city, its light, even from a distance.
You are the true magic of these holidays!

May your Christmas be as bright as the lights of Piazza Navona, as sweet as a slice of Panforte, and as warm as a hug under a wool blanket. I wish you moments of silence amidst the merriment, when you simply look at each other and realize - here it is, my very own miracle!

And for myself and everyone else who is still on their journey to happiness, I make a wish at the "Presepe" (nativity scene):
May the New Year bring us a meeting that will make our heads spin, like running through the vineyards.
May love resound like the most beautiful Italian song.
Happy Holidays!
Buone Feste con amore!🇮🇹