Growing up my sister and I got not one but three (!) peeps who would bring us presents around Christmas. On Christmas Eve we were visited by Baby Jesus, who would come to the house while we were at the vigil mass, midnight or otherwise. He seemed to like giving us pajamas :)
Christmas day was, of course, the jolly fat guy who was very, very generous.
And on the 6th of January la Befana would visit us. She's a benevolent, geriatric witch who flies around on a broom leaving presents. The Epiphany celebrates the three Wise Men meeting the infant Jesus for the first time. I'm not sure what a witch has to do with men offering frankincense, gold and myrrh, but that's how it went down in our house. In their home most Italians have a little hanging witch in honor of her, this is our wood-sculptured version of this beautifully ugly woman (this man is very talented) which I will proudly display every Christmas.
And aren't our boys adorable?
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