Ischia winter turns into a small crib, the days are characterized by the sirocco, west or north, the three dominant winds affecting the days of the islanders. The nuts, dried fig cakes warm summer sun, roccocò, a glass of wine, a little nocillo or homemade limoncello fact, a game of cards in front of the fireplace pop, the confusion of tombolate (bingo) relatives and other yet, what constitutes a company that returns to its values millenary of cordiality, warmth and tradition. Day by day in houses with small gestures recalls the great feast of the Nativity, prepare Christmas trees, gathers moss in the woods for the crib, decorates houses and gardens with thousands of colored lights, the pipers play old songs, all become good and kind, in the streets of small towns is an air of festivity, in the evening we meet to chat, play and the sound of old songs on the floor of one of the few local open. The big party is close, as Leopardi, in his poems, even for Christmas, the day before the festival is certainly the most beautiful and exciting. As with tradition starts from the night of the desk, and young people are still awake all night playing, singing, dancing and telling jokes until the morning at dawn, when the country wakes up and finds himself suspended in time to repeat rites now centenary and traditions. The beautiful Forio to the west and the east Ischia Ponte to have alarms before dawn, the streets are filled outside churches crowded for the celebration of Christmas novena, at the fishermen sell fish typical caption (large eel), moray eels, fish and shellfish valued on the midnight of Christmas Eve. A Forio immediately after the procession is tradition to eat pasta and beans and bruschetta prepared by the many volunteers who cheer tourists and villagers. Thus began a day of joy that will end in the evening after midnight and tombolate with Midnight Mass that announce the birth of Jesus and to remember the road traveled and still to go.