Tais Araujo Reynaldo Gianecchini

Nostalgia, when you hold us. I

I love the holidays. Music, fir, lights, decoration, the food, gifts, the famille.C is a nice mix I think!

However, I can not help but spare a thought for my dad. And inevitably, when I think about it, tears run down my cheeks. I still miss him so. As time goes by, the memories seem to blur. It makes me so sad. I manage to remember some event. Although they are harmless, I'd like to share them.

• My father bought my mother's gift at the last minute and asked me to pack because he thought I did that better than him.

• My father was very proud of his two daughters and he liked it when we were dressed more classy . When we climbed the stairs and he saw us, we could see in his eyes that was happy. He said a big: "WOW you are beautiful girl!" it did when it was tiny and he did it again when I was 22!

• the day of the year, we went out the cards and we played to 9 Charlemagne. I liked to team with my father. He also played a little harmonica and it is in the holiday season we could hear play. I always wanted to buy him an accordion, but I ran out of time ...

• My father had Crohn's disease . He had accompanied me on the family woodlot for a school. We had to do a forest inventory. We had spent the day with great racket, to identify the different settlements. He had a small fire in the snow and we had our grilled sandwich. Being sick that day had sold out. But he had been there for me that day.

• During the winter, my father worked wood. He made several furniture. I am fortunate to have a small bunk doll he gave me when I was little. He also did a pretty safe place for cutlery. Now it's my boyfriend who has inherited much of my father's tools. Dad has, I believe, passed on his passion is he who makes furniture. He is doing well!

Merry Christmas Daddy! Embraces the whole world to us! xxx