They're still talking about it, during the night it was heard very clearly. There in Piazza Farnese , the French that face the square confirmed, that It wasn't a Jacobin; the bustling of the eight reindeer and the gurgling of the fountains blended into a single song. From Campo de' Fiori a drunk poked his head up from the steps under Giordano Bruno and some tourists filmed and photographed. A large-as-life Father Christmas, dressed in red, the right beard, sleigh, the lot. The Council had down a grand job, even the time was precise. The Landlord at Campioneschi came out with a bottle of Frascati and a glass and the ol' geezer toasted joyously, all typical of a Roman Christmas. Well of course, seeing reindeer take off, with the sleigh and Santa in the blink of an eye left you gobsmacked!! From the lovers' Gianicolo they reported a strange vehicle almost hitting the Cupolone and the police were notified; it was since Flaiano's era that a Martian hadn't passed through Rome. The kids that found out were ecstatic.
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