Of course I actually do know that I am Italian but every once in a while, something happens or I do something and it reinforces that gene pool.  So here are my recent confirmations.

1. I have been stockpiling food for Christmas since slightly before Thanksgiving. I mean stockpiling.
2. Just in case someone stops in or I am invited somewhere on the spur of the moment, I have a Rubbermaid full of spare hostess gifts and goodies so I don’t go empty handed.
3. I have been to every major Italian stop in Schenectady to place my orders for Christmas Eve.
4. Espresso after dinner and as late as midnight has absolutely no effect on my ability to sleep.
5. and finally, I know I am Italian when the bolt on my tree stand was rough and not working and I used olive oil to make it work.  Who needs WD40?

Buon Natale a tutti ea tutti una buona notte.