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Gifts. Toys. Ornaments. Panettone. Turkey (or pork). Champagne (or sparkling liquor). Wine. Whisky. Long been synonymous with Christmas shopping. Happiness or success rate of parties is measured with the juiciness of the bonuses. If for many the wallet is set to end of the year, Christmas can be as gloomy as Friday.

Since I have the use of reason, the announcement of Christmas is the responsibility of the Advertising-modern star of Bethlehem in late November. the party of family unity becomes special because ads with messages of peace and prosperity we are raising, like the multicolored lights that hang on the walls. Sadly that reeks of merchandise, the memory of vintage spots move me like those of Motta, D'Onofrio Panettone or the other gives you Todinito. TV jingle of America claiming to be "a light that comes and goes well." Jingle that other Inca Kola to parents saying "teach yours, share their moments." Or toys that were "good Basa with B, because they were manufacturing peruviana Christmas where they were prohibited imports and the free market was a fiction.

Advertising has much of the blame for that Peruvians have left out our Christmas customs and adopt the U.S. as their own. The Birth, Children Manolito, the tamales, the terrible carols The Toribianitos, Midnight Mass, are gradually pushed aside by the tree, mistletoe, applesauce, artificial snow and chocolate Hot summer! (thank goodness chocolate remains the traditional Cusco). The bearded belly designed by Coca-Cola to promote the gas has not only usurped their place in the delivery of gifts to the Magi but also threatens to steal the spotlight to the owner of the saint, ie the child Jesus, in the same way as it is appropriated in the third century of 25 December, when the ancient Romans celebrated the feast of Invictis Solis.

While Christmas is a for-profit event, it is undeniable that still retains a pure and uncorrupted aroma that makes us feel good and invites us to join with our loved ones. Feeling alone is more pathetic than being alone and feeling lonely doubly pathetic Christmas. The smell of gunpowder in December is close that the smell of incense Purple Christ in October and the Plaza de Armas de Trujillo looks more beautiful with the lights in their hulking man, whether advertised financial institutions of doubtful or middling universities.

Despite my avowed agnostic, I enjoy Christmas Eve. On December 24th is a day I feel so stupidly happy that it is inevitable that the twenty-fifth day, the true day of the party, shake me a deep depression. Better would be to fall asleep at the dawn of twenty-five and get out of facing the twenty-six. Children do not believe in Jesus but in the need for a date that allows us to stop a moment and revive the feeling of brotherhood that much of the year is asleep. No matter how ephemeral and as artificial as Pascuero ornaments, Christmas can stop importing as Jesusito birthday but it is always a reason to unite with those we love.