Christmas Came Early

This morning I woke up to the buzzer to my flat going off. At first, I was annoyed not knowing who it could be so early, but then heard my mom's voice in my head. "...get anything in the mail lately?"

A little box of heaven sent from my parents, filled with spumoni bars, thumbprints and pizzelle, all the essential home-made Italian cookies you NEED around the holidays.

Being my first Christmas away from home, this is one less tradition I don't have to worry about missing out on. Bert still has yet to convince me that eating sushi on Christmas Eve counts as an Italian Feast of the Seven Fishes.

Thank you so much Mom Mum and Dad, love you lots.

Xo.Lo