La Befana came the other night while we were sleeping. She left us all candy in our stockings. The Epiphany was one of my due dates (some calculations said Jan. 6, others said Jan. 7) last year, and I was truly glad when the day came and went and my piccolino was not born on a children's holiday featuring an old witch (the pagan holiday, that is - not talking about the Epiphany; it gets confusing when you are neither pagan nor Catholic but celebrate various versions of the holidays). His birthday may have been overshadowed by the stockings and candy. And the ugly hag.