Merry Christmas, I would say.

Happy Christmas. Just that.

We finally got there, this Christmas 2009 that never seemed to arrive. And with the whole package of cold and snow included: two nights ago in Turin it felt like walking through a movie. Cars with their windows covered in fine, very fine snow. It stuck to the soles of our shoes. We had a piece of toast, watched a movie and then shut ourselves indoors.

To unpack presents, while three candles lit Turin through the window. That ours was an early Christmas.

Our Christmas was an early Christmas

I wish you to unpack your presents with the same curiosity with which I unpacked mine the other night. And to feel the same wonder. And the same joy.

Happy Christmas to all.