Fotos Tiffany Granath

Resolve to "Carol" Thursday





for hours moving junk in my memories, smells like honey, anise and sesame seeds, roasted chestnuts, quince with cinnamon, fritters, donuts anise ...
In the square are colored lights and silver stars hung of trees. Some kids buffeted tambourines and innocent voice of tune with the placing on the carol.
The candle, as the whole house is quiet, sometimes, the fire crackles and spreads widening the shadows on the wall, wearing festive red trunks.
With a glass of brandy entertains the neighbors, who, dressed in Sunday clothes and beret new, come by the house to congratulate Christmas.
While the women knead the candy, the kids do shells ships and sail nuts on the stack of patio until your fingers shrivel like peas ...
of step with my heart sing carol that my grandmother taught me, I keep the voice among trunks, close the door of my childhood.
I have to return before dark.
Tomorrow is Christmas Eve.