You are holding Jules' hand, while Matteo goes a little further, rolling his small suitcase with wheels as if he were on a secret mission. The fresh air of Nice airport sneaks through the automatic doors, mixed with that emotion that only Christmas brings... and this time it's different. It's special. It is your children's first Christmas in Monaco, their father's land, and although they have heard a thousand stories from him about how magical the city can be at this time, they are now about to live it for themselves.

Charles walks next to you, that smile of his - so genuine, so warm - has not come off his face since they got off the plane. He squeezes your hand with affection and ruffles Jules' hair, who is already starting to look at his uncle and grandmother.

And then they see them.

Arthur is waiting for them right in front of the arrivals door, dressed in an elegant coat, scarf and a smile that widens when he sees them. By his side, Pascale can't hide the emotion: she opens her arms even before they cross the dividing line, and Matteo is the first to release his suitcase and run towards it with a cry of "Nonnaaa!"

"My loves," Pascale says, surrounding Matteo tightly before opening her arms for Jules, who is already on his way. They're finally here.

Arthur approaches you and Charles, and kisses you on the cheek with that warm energy that has always characterized him.

"Merry Christmas, sister-in-law." Welcome home.

Charles smiles, surrounds your waist and gives his brother a look of complicity. You can only take a deep breath, feel the peace of the moment, and think so... there is no better place to spend this Christmas.