These are not easy wishes to make this Christmas 2020.
They are not easy for everything that has been, is there and is not finished yet.
They are not easy for all families, many, too many, which this year have nothing to do with partying.
No lights under the house, to begin with: they are paid by the traders and this year they cannot bear this additional expense.
No corporate aperitifs with the big boss uncorking the bottle of sparkling wine and smiles for the occasion.
No out-of-school parenting greetings, no Christmas plays, no songs under the tree and no odd jobs.
No excuses to escape the invitation to dinner with friends, no gifts at the last second, no complaints for having received yet another thought clearly recycled.
A Christmas of subtraction, like everything this year.
No ceremonies, no one complaining even on social media, there is nothing more to complain about.
The Christmas that no one would ever have expected will perhaps be more Christmas than ever, because it will force us to think about everything that we too often run away from.
Close to us this time, only those who count, the people we love and our children.
For the little ones we will try to leave intact the magic they have been waiting for for months, the older ones will unfortunately begin to deal with real life, which knows how to be raw, when it wants and in its hardness it teaches you that sometimes situations take an unexpected turn and above all, never take anything for granted. It is not for anyone.
Unfortunately, the boys also come to terms with what we never expected.
Let’s say goodbye to a hard year, a year in which we parents were put to the test, where we had to be more resilient than ever.
Locked in the house when it was necessary to cook cookies and invent games, listening to the 6pm bulletin continuing to smile, even when inside we shivered with fear.
With a steady hand and a broken heart, we proposed the masks as a game, we talked about safety, colds, health with a more ostentatious than real serenity.
We attended meetings with the shirt over and the pajama bottoms under, feeling guilty with the boss for the noises of the children in the background and with the children, for that episode too much of the Peppa Pig that we would have gladly avoided.
We have been disheartened and exhausted, but resilient, because reality has forced us to adapt quickly and without making a fuss.
More than so many words, one day away our children will probably remember this. Of us breathless and bewildered who with a sometimes bitter smile we tried to protect them, in every sense from a reality that overwhelmed us.
Perhaps next year we will no longer complain about the aunt who always repeats the same anecdotes at the table since 1982, about the panettone in the office with the colleague who we can’t stand.
Maybe even the Christmas lights will look more beautiful to us, or maybe not, we will quickly forget and it will be fine anyway.
Meanwhile, we have done a tremendous job this year. We have been more parents than ever, stronger than ever.
Once upon a time mothers were afraid of rainy days, interminable at home with the little ones, do you remember?
Now, in spite of ourselves, we know we have the resources to deal with rains and storms.
And then after all, in a few days Santa Claus arrives and we will thank him, never like this year, with our most authentic smile.