Buon Befana! Today, in Italy and many parts of Europe, people are celebrating the Epiphany holiday. Growing up in Italy, getting ready for bed was the last thing on Earth we as children wanted to do. However, on Epiphany Eve, there was something magical about going to bed. I remember feeling very happy and excited. The day before, however, was never-ending. How can a 24-hour day feel like an eternity?
There was something magical in our house. Mom and Dad knew it. They watched us closely. When bedtime finally arrived, it was tradition for parents to hang stockings by the fireplace. That way, the Befana would fill them up with candy. If the children were naughty, they would get coal instead.
Did I ever receive coal? Yes, but it was the type made out of candy. So, it actually tasted very sweet.
I will never forget waking up in the morning with dolls and trains waiting for me. I wonder why I liked trains so much?
It was a fun time. Now, many, many years later, this day is still very special to me. I will always cherish these beautiful memories.