I spent Christmas Eve wandering the village, visiting the live nativity scene and attending midnight mass at the Basilica of St. Francis. I felt a little sad that night as I thought of my family back home and imagined them preparing for our traditional Christmas Eve gathering and festivities.
But something magical happened that night. As I walked through the small cobble-stoned streets of Assisi, I noticed light snow falling from the sky. The next morning the entire town woke to several inches of snow — an event that hadn’t happened in Assisi for more than 30 years. I couldn’t help but think that even if I was thousands of miles from my family, that a little part of home came to me that Christmas morning.
Wishing all of you a little magic this holiday season. Buone Feste!