stumbling through another cold, wet and windy day, the rain halting in the late morning... wondering if it'll be the tradiitonal solstice here of eating sticky dumplings in rice alcohol when santa and his posse appeared with typical cultureshock momentum, the discrepancy between local tradition and and that transmitted across film, spread upon it's surface, at least this year is cold enough for hat and boots and there's snow on the central mountains... the sight of santas wandering the streets still managing to bring a smile... a bike ride in search of festive treats, soon after interrupted by an idiot car driver causing a summersault over the handlebars which ended up as sitting in a puddle laughing as he disappeared back into the traffic... but there was cheese and praline to be had, a bottle of mozart gold and, later, the best of all when in a copy of giovanni guareschi's  "the little world of don camillo" was found online, spreading its usual balm upon whatever is going on in that world outwith its pages... 

https://vdocument.in/reader/full/the-little-world-of-don-camillo-arvindguptatoys